Go salsa dancing again. Wear more comfortable shoes this time and bring an ice pack.
Bake an Italian cheesecake and garnish with fresh strawberries. Take to potluck. Graciously decline marriage proposals.
Take a bhangra fusion workshop, if one is indeed offered this quarter.
See Circus Contraption perform.
See burlesque at the The Pink Door.
See Dudley Manlove play out.
Go to the spa. Get a massage and some bibimbop.
Eat at Mesob.
Eat at Cascadia.
Eat at Café Flora.
Eat at Carta de Oaxaca.
Go to the zoo.
Find or create an occasion to wear the pink dress my mom got me when I was in Miami for Thanksgiving. Graciously decline marriage proposals.
Go bowling at Sunset Bowl.
Have a Naked Lady/ book swap party to get rid of a bunch of my stuff while hanging out with awesome girls at the same time.
Go dancing at Neighbors in a mostly non-ironic way.
Eat dinner at my cousin’s new house.
Sing karaoke in public. (Do NOT try “Tainted Love” again, no matter how sorely I may be tempted.)
Make it my mission to go through a flat of assorted berries per week when berry season FINALLY gets here.
Do a volunteer day with Seattle Works.
Visit this cute new baby.
Go canoeing at the Arboretum..
See the azaleas at the aforementioned Arboretum.
See the Maori weaving exhibit at the Burke.
Host a dinner party.
Host a slumber party.
Bring something I actually personally physically made to book club instead of faking it with a quiche or something like I always do.
Figure out what we did with the DDR pads and see if I can get back up to Standard on the slow songs.
Visit a winery.
Convince Anna and Rob to come up and visit.
Eat brunch at the Salish Lodge overlooking the waterfall.
Make ginger beer out of the kit Ashley sent me for my birthday.
Do a photo essay of the Ballard Sunday Market.
Figure out how to use new camera. (Start by taking it out of the box).
See some live theater.
See a show at The Tractor.
Make doughnuts in the deep fryer at home.
Go on an all-girl overnight hiking trip. Be in charge of the food.
Have the kick-ass-est kick-ass going-away party in the history of kicking ass and going-away parties.