Last Supper

This came to me last night after reading Anderson Cooper's twitter blast of book recommendations. I was stuck in yesterday's pre-holiday rush hour traffic and instead of being miffed as I normally would be, all I wanted to do then was hug Anderson for being so cute. I was copying every book he was mentioning, even viewing conversations from his replies, all the while thinking, "Damnson, like a Nazi to Hitler, I will read everything he and John Green recommends without question." (It was from him that I knew about Gone Girl.)

And then it hit me.

If we are indeed nearing the end of the world as the Mayans predicted, or as the historians believe it to be, and we get the privilege to spend a couple hours doing whatever we want with 5 personalities, who would you pick?

The names entered my head in a flash. I would want to be seated in a round table with Anderson Cooper, John Green, Anthony Bourdain, Mario Batali, and an empty chair left for whoever arrives first among Ian Somerhalder, Willy Shakes and Tom Hiddleston. We're in the middle of a vineyard and we'll have endless rounds of wagyu and wine and chocolate truffles. We'll be talking about politics, the economy, food, Honey Boo Boo, or whathaveyou. An ultimate megaswap of energy, ideas and knowledge. I will most likely remain mum, marveling at the greatness that is these men within my arm's reach. Just thinking about it already leaves me speechless. Maybe I'll only waste time sweeping my eyes around the table, ogling at each of them, but that's not a bad deal at all.

Now, I also thought of something fun. An afternoon at an amusement park with a different set of people. James McAvoy, Darren Criss, Zachary Levi, Patrick J. Adams, Seth Meyers. Mightyheavenshelpme. I'll be packing heaps of towels cos my drool might not stop dripping. A bunch of inhalers, also, cos I might get asthma from laughing and flailing too much. 

Either way, it's gonna be a fantastic apocalypse. A blissful death, yes?