[me]snaps his fingers and all of IG's bodyguards turn into awkward gangly tweenagers who immediately begin rough housing, splashing both IG and Olivia Wilde, and bumping into the sofa violently.
Olivia gets tired of the commotion and leaves IG with her grapes and her 'bodyguards' joining [me]at...
"I think you've mistaken me for someone else. Proper gentleman?"
[me]sips his drink and pulls out a book, "Zorba the Greek" and begins reading through it.
Wow. Heavy.
In no particular order, and not limited to:
Get laid.
Drink really expensive liquor.
Hang with the family.
Rough house with my niece and nephew
Hug my brothers, my mom and my dad.
Write letters to all of them to open at some later date.
Go out with all of my closest friends.
Freeze...
[me]watches as IG does her best Ursula Andress impression, smiles, and turns to get a glass for her chelada. He makes the drink, and as she approaches, he slides it in her direction, picking up his and taking another sip.
[me]shouts, "Just think of this as an opportunity to get rid of those tan lines!
[me]decides the beer isn't exactly what he wants, and muddles it with ice, salt and lime to make a chelada.
[me]collects the top, and throws it over the shoulder with the corresponding bottom. He then slips his suit back on, wanders into the bar, and grabs a beer. He hangs the suit on a coat hook, opens the beer and takes a sip, gazing out into the surf.