Sometimes I think heaven would be a dark bar with good music populated with friends. The drinks would be stiff and on the house. Everyone would be dressed up and look amazing.
I'd move from table to table conversing and drinking. Time would move slowly and the conversations would roar. There would be no need for bathrooms and the cigarettes wouldn't smell like shit. We'd laugh both at each other and with each other.
At the end of the night, I'd ask some long lost center of affection to steal away into a snowy night. We'd leave holding hands and stop to make out under the stars. Then we'd all wake up and do it all again.