Cabin fever

I have this strange urge to plan something. Anything. Lately, I've been thinking about the following:

1) A fancy dinner party. The kind where you serve appetizers and sparkling conversation on silver platters. Problems with this include: a) I don't have china; b) I don't drink wine; c) My house is on the tiny side--I could probably invite one maybe two people. But I'm an excellent cook and a brilliant organizer. Points for those...

2) A movie marathon. You know, where you hunker down and watch straight through all of the Back to the Future movies or delve deep into a season of Psych. I've been told I have very comfortable couches, but my DVD player is on the fritz.

3) A road trip. But nowhere too far. I just watched a documentary on the origins and makings of Las Vegas, and that's only a five-hour drive. While I've been there a dozen times, I still crave the excitement. I somehow forget the cigarette smoke and the crowds and all that and just remember the pretty lights and the fun shopping and food. Who's in?

4) A Rock Band night. I know, that's just so two years ago, right? Ok, I'll make this a little more current...how about a Just Dance night or a karaoke night (as we all know that karaoke is timeless...)? I'd definitely have to rustle up some more friends than I would be inviting to the dinner party brought up in number one up there. But they could sit on the couches I mentioned in number two...

5) A board game extravaganza! We used to play board games a lot more in my family before we added the niece and nephews, but now it's a little tricky with the little tykes either wanting to play or getting into mischief while we are concentrated on whodunnit in Clue or who has the most cherry orchards in The Farming Game. And I live alone, so it's not like I can play board games on my own...so...you do the math...

6) Snowshoeing to a cabin in the woods where there's a fire crackling in the fireplace and a gorgeous man waiting to give me a foot massage. Hey, a girl can dream!