Last time, at least for a long time

I’m anticipating many firsts in the next few months. But for the time being, here is the growing mental tally of lasts. Some already done, and others soon to come.

Last Bodo’s bagel

Last ride in the bug

Last meal at Mas* (*there might be lots of these)

Last glass of wine on the deck of 906 slapping mosquitoes

Last drive on the Blue Ridge

Last float down the James

Last time printing four colors of perforated paper while entertaining Ignatius J. Reilly filing fantasies

Last time waking up early on Wednesday to farm at Roundabout

Last time falling into bed late closing down the restaurant

Last muddled mojito

Last night bartending

Last run up Carter’s mountain

Last bacon-wrapped date

Last ANTM marathon on the couch all day with Catherine

Last time strapping on beat-up black serving shoes

Last arugula beet salad

Last hot shower

Last stroll downtown

Last above the knee sundress

Last drive up 29

Last dip in the Atlantic

Last time mowing the entire lawn with a weed whacker

Last night sleeping on a deflating air mattress

Last time hanging out with friends in our twenties. (ouch.)

Last Ashtanga class

Last time reading Hayden a book while he’s still two

Last bike commute

Last drive over the Potomac River on the 14th Street Bridge

Last family dinner

Last long look at Virginia

Last Monday

Last Friday

You get the idea.

If you want to share any of these moments with me, I’d love to spend some last times with you. (Not the hot shower, Perv).