A tag of sorts...

It seems I've been tagged again, although this one is quite different from anything else. The lovely, and potentially charming Auburn tagged me by writing 50 things that she wants. Without checking the source of her taggedness I jokingly asked if I was supposed to write 50 things about her also. Actually I'm not sure if it was 50, like her I'll just keep going till I run out of brain workingness. I have decided in my continuing effort to eventually write something entertaining to give this a shot. This is a list of things I reckon Auburn wants but may not have covered yet. Don't be looking for Adamness in these words. I haven't read her blog in the last while or studied her old posts. I don't know if she actually wants these things, I guess time (and possibly the young lady in question) will tell:

I want (read 'Auburn wants(maybe)') to spend sometime with good friends drinking champagne in a life drawing class.

I want to spend a good portion of a day reading books in borders.

I want random acts of funness.

I want to dance the best dance with a random boy and never know his name.

I want a stranger to come up to me and declare I have lovely titanic hair.

I want to have hot chocolate in Melbourne with a surprising entertaining young man.

I want to illustrate a childrens' book about a grandfather clock that watches the generations go by.

I want to go back to Nice.

I want someone to hold me while I watch lightning strike the water.

I want to race through the streets of Tokyo on a sports motorbike.

I want to make tea in a mountain shack that can only be found after days of hiking.

I want to have a cafe where everyone knows my name.

I want someone to give me a knowing insight to where my life is headed.

I want to find myself in a little village in Scotland that no other traveller has visited.

I want to find breakfast made and ready when I get out of bed.

I want to rest and get my mojo back stronger than ever.

I want a random travelling stranger to take the best photo of me ever and show their friends and family in their own country.

I want one deep soulful beautiful song that I can kareoke out better than anyone else.

I want to be stood up by a friend at a bar and be completely adopted by the fun group at the next table.

I want to have old vinyls that someone searched a city for.

I want a peach.

I want to go to someone's house and play on their slip 'n' slide.

I want to go to an art gallery and have an artist explain the emotions behind his work.

I want an excuse to tease my hair and pull out all the awesome daggy dance moves of the eighties.