I am looking forward, many weeks down the road, to getting out on a Friday in this town, a payday for me like millions — maybe billions — of other people in the world, and taking advantage of what’s out there. I’ve been holed up long enough in recent months, most recently with this broken ankle.

For example, just at random, I would like to visit National Comedy Theatre again if I can get in. The improv-comedy players do their thing as “an open-ended run,” as it says in the listings, on Friday and Saturday at 7:30 p.m. and 9:45 p.m. They are located at 3717 India Street near Washington. The reason I add “if I can get in” is that a couple of years ago — maybe a bit further back — I wrote a column about the show. The director took vehement exception to a few things I wrote, though I had no intention of writing a pan review and to this day I do not believe I did. I would welcome another viewing of the show — and just not write about it.

An example of something I would do before attending the comedy show is the miniature-painting exhibition at Spanish Village in Balboa Park. Miniature paintings have always fascinated me, and I believe the show runs through February. I would like to take this in on an early Friday evening before some good and inexpensive Thai food at Saffron, which is just next door to the National Comedy Theatre. After some live comedy, I might be in the mood for catching some young and raw rock-and-roll at the Casbah or Brick by Brick. I used to perform at the latter many years ago when it was the Spirit Club.

I would like to get out to sea again. It has been too many years since I’ve done that, and in all the years I have lived in San Diego I have never gone whale-watching. It is much like when I lived in New York and never went to the top of the Empire State Building or visited the Statue of Liberty. Being something of an invalid for months, I find myself regretting much I haven’t taken advantage of in my 27 years in this town. Whale-watching, for example, offered by Scripps Institute and San Diego Harbor Excursions for $15 to $35, is available through March 31. I just might be able to get that in when the cast comes off.

During my years in New York, I would often enjoy attending plays at random, knowing nothing about them beforehand. This was usually because some waiter or waitress I worked with — who were aspiring actors — were appearing in them. I did this for a while in the 1990s here in San Diego and would like to resume the practice. Right now, for example, a play called The Pillowman is running at the Ion Theatre in Mission Valley (through February 16). All I know about it is from an actor friend who told me, “You would like this.”

It is unlikely I will be able to do most of the above at all, but you can. Would someone out there indulge in one or two of these things for me? I am envious of those to whom so much is available here and a bit regretful of some of the criticism I have leveled at San Diego’s culture.