Living Wright: Guilt-free indulgence in food faves tops bucket list ahead of Mayan apocalypse
BY JASON ASHLEY WRIGHT World Scene Writer
Thursday, December 20, 2012
12/20/12 at 5:32 AM
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Here we are, less than 24 hours away from the end of the world, and I still haven't used the Gap card Santa gave me last Christmas.
Until I get halfway to my goal weight, I'm hesitant to buy new clothes. So the Mayans screwed me over on that potential purchase.
I'm not really giving this apocalyptic brouhaha any serious thought, save for the occasional fleeting mental image of John Cusack dodging falling skyscrapers in a plane while Los Angeles slides into the ocean ala "2012."
Still, all those doomsday prophets anxious to jump off a cliff, whether fiscally or physically, prompted me to ponder about what I'd do if I had only the rest of today to live.
Ideally, I'd go to my parents', hog up on Mom's cooking, stare at the Christmas tree a few minutes and hog up some more - absolutely free of guilt.
Unfortunately, as home is an 11-hour drive south, it would make more sense to stay here. I can't imagine being stuck in interstate traffic between Little Rock and Memphis when the world ended.
I could call in sick to work, but everyone would see through that. Plus, with my luck, I'd take off work, the world wouldn't end, and I'd be reprimanded or slapped with a rolled-up newspaper, who knows. Depends on my bosses' moods, I reckon.
So I'd probably want to hit some of my favorite places to eat after work - and before. Perhaps blueberry pancakes at Wild Fork (even though I always go there craving them and end up getting an omelet), followed by writing my last story (something sunny about a kid who's done good, perhaps), then a progressive dinner that might start with the shrimp salad at Cancun, potatoes au gratin at Mahogany and the Oliva Olio at Dalesandro's - because, surely, you can't meet your maker on an empty stomach. Unless I'll also be judged for gluttony when my buttered roll is called up yonder, in which case I'll just pop a stick of Trident every half hour.
Otherwise, I'd want to be with my friends, who make me laugh. I don't want to greet Armageddon screaming in hysterics - unless it's because of laughter.
But I don't believe any of this will be necessary. So why don't I do some of these now? Not the restaurant stuff, of course, because that evening would kill me. Probably have to spread that out over two nights.
Hanging with people I love, however, is a different story. In fact, I'm going to do that right now - with a quick pit stop, perhaps, at the Gap.
The Small Shrimp Salad from Cancun in Tulsa makes the list of last meals before the world comes to an end. MICHAEL WYKE / Tulsa World file
The sale signs outside The Gap are still on display despite the pending Mayan apocalypse. MICHAEL WYKE / Tulsa World