Wenchy's Bucket List

I started this list on 28 November 2007….

In no particular order, random things, big and small I would like to do before I exchange this life for my Hallmark-ish heaven with field and blue skies..

• Shoot a wedding.
• Shoot a funeral.
• Take my many, many, many children on a plane.
• Attend the Cherry festival in Ficksburgh.
• Eat my first oyster in Knysna.
• Dance in the rain.
• See snow.
• Take my kids on a picnic.
• Learn how to make a fire.
• Have plastic surgery. I hate my stomach.
• Wake up in the arms of a man who loves me.
• Own my own braai.
• Have my oven fixed.
• Buy a ‘proper‘ car.
• Own an SLR orgasmic camera.
• Go for “high tea” at the Mount Nelson Hotel in Cape Town.
• Go and see a Pantomine at the Johannesburg Civic Theatre.
• Write my life story.
• Get paid for writing something.
• Make love next to a roaring fire. A remote location – a bit of a wooden hut and snow won’t hurt.
• Visit Lesotho and drive on Sani Pass.
• Fly far far away and hear….”local time is“.
• Visit the top of Table Mountain.
• Go to the mountains with Noid.
• Ride a horse.
• Elope! with a square “diamond” (amethyst to be specific) and live happily ever after. Finally.
• Swim in water that is forever deep.
• Visit Mozambique and eat prawns.
• Go to the ballet.
• See Victoria Falls in Zimbabwe / Zambia.
• Sing “Fever” on a stage with an old style microphone. An evening dress won’t hurt.
• Visit Zanzibar.
• Ride a proper motorbike.
• See Billy Conolly LIVE.
• Attend a 27 dinner.
• Get paid for a photo I took.
• Have a lymph drainage massage.
• Own a kick ass coffee maker.
• Do a yoga class.
• Eat a hot dog in Yankee Stadium.
• Walk in Central Park.
• Visit New England in autumn.

TO NOTE:

• I do not want to be kept alive artificially, if the doctors say I am brain dead. Please donate anything of mine anyone else can use.
• I want a traditional funeral with allot of tears and some howling. That’s where tradition ends.
• I want no church service, I want a gathering like the South African Thanksgiving I dreamt up with sunflowers and yellow roses.
• Crying people must have cupcakes with champagne and orange juice. If you not sad, go home!
• There must be a huge picture of me with lots of cleavage and a recording of Louis Armstrong singing ‘What a wonderful world‘……or I will give you all a small haunting!
• I am to be cremated nakkid and be placed in the Uvongo lagoon on the south coast where I choose to believe the water is forever deep.
• I want to die before Noid and all our kids. I hope Oupa Mike catches me on the way. Although I will know lots more people down below…..