Jeez, this title sounds morbid.
I like it.
For one week, Kate is taking a break from plunging into the idea bank, and leaving it up to Keith over at Reluctant Dad to provide us with our prompt. Finals is a pretty cool one (much more thought provoking than the one I did back in the day involving a fist and some celebrities that could have done with a swift biff in the mush).
Anyway, should the world end in December 2012, what would your Finals be? Here goes…
Final Supper – Some sort of seafood at a posh fine dining establishment with a chocolate parfait and strawberry (or raspberry) coolis for dessert followed by some handmade chocolate and rum truffles rolled in cocoa powder. And some cheese and red wine for James. And a bottle of Disaronno for me. Ta muchly.
Final Farewells – Family and friends. Not James and Freyja cuz they’d be with me when it happened anyway. Maybe just a generic “Goodbye cruel world, you’re a bastard for imploding on us” kinda thing.
Final Drink – A nice big brew with a couple of biscuits for the dunkability factor
Final Destination – My bed. I’d much prefer to go sleep one night and for whatever apocalypse to happen during the night, whilst me, James and our baby are all cuddled up together. Destinations before the big day? Our wedding venue. May as well spend a shit load doing what you’ve been planning to do for ages and giving everyone a good day before the world shits on us.
Final Film – I suppose I should add this seeing as I have a love for all things movie-esque. I could go for a favourite movie. I could go for a weepie. I could go for something that would make me laugh my socks off and make me forget about the impending doom.
Nah. I’ll go for Hellraiser.
(It was the movie I watched when I was in the early stages of labour, gripping on to James during the contractions.)
And, well, it’s a fab film anyway.
Go check out some of the other fab entries over at Reluctant Dad, see what other people have come up with!