The end of the world is a juicy concept. It conjures up bucket lists, last meals, and final conversations.

The best part about contemplating an apocolypse is that it brings perspective. Clarity. Big time. It’s a great way to gauge your place in the world. Are you happy? Kicking ass? Making plans? If you can consider it effectively enough you can save yourself a whole lot of time and regret. Ask yourself the big questions before the universe asks them for you.

As for my end of the world dinner? I’d like to invite a bunch of super brainy / influential / cool / creative people – but you know what? You don’t really know anyone until you start having end-of-world conversations. And I reckon you could be stuck in an elevator with a total random when it all goes down and have the best (last) time of your life. Because when you cut out the chit-chat and get to the nitty-gritty, everyone has a great story.

So I’m not sure who’ll be there, but one thing I do know: I will be waaaay too manic and involved (and talking!) to care what I eat. (In saying that, Oprah Winfrey and a giant jelly snake wouldn’t hurt either :))