
...is a pretty subjective thing. Mike shed light on this as he described his American dream to me. Let me share that with you. Imagine Mike, beer in handing, sliding down the slide into his pool in his big $200,000 house in bumblefudge shouting "I made iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!". Oh, bumblefudge - the possibilities you offer to the average American.
But then I got to thinking what I usually get to thinking... what about
me!? What the heck is my average American Dream? I mean, I'm average and American, too. And when
I look at this slide, my ass feels instantly chaffed. That and I'd never be able to hold on to a beer and still get down this thing. And of course, Bumblefudge. Well, what the fudge would I do there? The only brown girl in Bumblefudge probably. So off to the internet to find my average American dream photo set up....
So since it would have to involve tropics of some sort - and a job for me, since of course, I am still living the average working life... i googled two things I love... beaches and booze (not beer, booze)... I'm thinkin an after-work margarita daily at the beach bar i work at - wherever the heck this is... let's call it Bumble
fun:
so im not sure exactly where I'd sleep. I'm imagining some kind of cute, affordable beach house behind this place. With really cheap rent, since no one knows about it. No wait - renting is not in my American dream. I'd have someone build a place. A regular customer, who happened to be a local contractor and loved my margaritas. Anyway, I'd own this magical little place away from it all. And no one would really be able to get there. I, of course, would leave to visit NY and family and everything - every once in a while. But I'd return to my life of serving margaritas and living off just what I needed to survive. Beach and margaritas. Now that's what I can an American dream.