- A bbq at the Ks', with s'mores bars and birthday cake, and coffee, and steak, and green beans with bacon in them. And none of this will make me fat.
- A constant runner's high, without actually running.
- Singing karaoke with Superdrew with wireless mikes, but in my heaven I'd sound like Regine Chassagne from Arcade Fire. And we'll both know the same songs, and be able to do the hand motions for "My Savior My God". Oh, and neither of us will have sore throats, and we'll have s'more crepes whenever we want.
- In case you didn't figure it out, there would be s'mores in my heaven. Probably made in Yulan.
- There would also be Panda Paws ice cream.
- I'd play hup-hup with GB, still as cute and tiny as she is today.
- There would be a pool.
- After the bbq at the Ks' and karaoke, I'd get some Franz Iskaner at Croxley's and chow down on spinach dip and Irish nachos. And my old-school Croxley crew (Pabell, Battlegirl, the Roots) would join my friends who go there more often now, and there would be no last call.
- When I had my fill of beer and fried food, I'd go clothes shopping. And I'd get really good deals on everything. And then I'd go over to my mom's mansion to try everything on for her, just like I used to.
- Then maybe I'd head to my friend CCS's for another bbq. Because you make s'mores at bbqs.
- There would be lots of music, of all kinds, and my favorite heavenly radio station would never change formats.
- I'd do a lot of dancing.
- The entire time I'd feel even more connected with the people I enjoy today, but they would not have annoying habits. And neither would I.
- And all this would take place in Park Slope, with instantaneous transportation to anywhere else I'd like to go.
Yeah, that would be heaven for me.
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