-Buying real estate. It's a new hobby, kind of like buying shoes and purses, but I can't try on my condos and prance around my house (haven't even seen one of them), and they aren't particularly bright and cheery, but they will likely pay for themselves.
-Visiting casinos. Lots of casinos, though unfortunately always in Nevada.
-Eating. Lots of eating. I've found a correlation with the visiting lots of casinos. Vegas has some great food.
-Making emergency clothes. I fashioned a cocktail dress out of the silk wrap I brought to an event (with the intention of wearing it as a wrap and not a dress). I checked in to my hotel room to discover I had left my cute little cocktail dress hanging in San Francisco. Already late for the party, a few twists and knots, and I was Project Runway ready...
-To dance on stage with Sting. I've seen very few concerts in my lifetime, yet I've seen Sting 3 times, always close enough to throw a wad of paper at him, if I wanted to, though I'd never want to mar his highness. This time, I got on stage and danced with him, working my way to the front to touch the genious.
-Dancing with Cindy Crawford. Same party. Different celebrity. Cindy Crawford is gorgeous. In fact, I think she's better looking in person than in pictures. And she can dance. Provocatively. Around a pole. With another woman. (No. Not me.)
-Telling Trudie her daughter is so talented. Sting let his 15-year-old daughter rock out on stage while he sang. She was great. Trudie said she's proud of the 15-year-old who is quite musical. Really, are her talents any surprise, given her lineage?
-Missing Tyler. Even though he just says, "OK" when I tell him I love him, he's the sweetest kid in the world, in my eyes.