Here are things that appeal to me: The natural world, hiking, hearing a hawk scream (which incidentally is generally how I've been waking up every morning this spring, because I live in a forest on top of the mountains), hidden treasures and chance discoveries--like a particularly lovely grove of trees far off a beaten path an hour into a hike, or a delicious restaurant in an otherwise ubiquitous strip mall, an impromptu and working sing along around a fire, a trail ride on horseback, investigating an exciting club in a strange new city, a genuinely good conversation with someone about something that really rattles my cage, classic cars, live music, dive bars, learning, building, laughing, general novelty, genuine naïveté, seeking the more obscure draws in life. Do these types of things blow your skirt up too?
I love watching my cousin's children play, and playing with them, and playing with my cats, and with my pup. The more dramatic the weather, the better as far as I'm concerned. (I might feel differently if I hadn't grown up in S.B.) I get crazy-giddy and am at my happiest skulking about in an art museum, traveling anywhere--across an ocean, across county lines, drunk and laughing with old friends, spending time with select family members, or maybe involved in an art project that's incredibly bitchin, or personal.
I have my hands full with some time-sensitive pursuits. When I get the chance, I'm happy to just relax, or goof off on an adventure. If the stars align, I'm sure I'll be content to curl up with another pea in the pod indefinitely, if we find ourselves feeling especially connected, but I'm not holding my breath or expecting anything but some friendship, and fun!