Summer Saturday

A summer weekend day done the way it should be:

10:30 a.m. Roll casually out of bed, unhurried, guilt-free.

11:15 a.m. Finish reading paper and eating breakfast on the deck.

Noon. Help dad clean out his gutters. Begin to break a sweat. Occasionally peek in on Euro 2008 soccer games being played. Relish soccer at the highest level.

1:15 p.m. Lunch at brother's house. More soccer watching. Casual conversations about nothing in particular. Bask in general listlessness.

2:30 p.m. Inspired by professionals on tv, leave house to go kick around a soccer ball with friends.

3-6 p.m. Kick around. Crosses, shots on goal, more crosses, nine holes of soccer golf, penalty kicks. Play World Cup with recent high school graduates who happen to be out at fields. Get ass kicked a little bit, but also enjoy the hell out of self.

6:30 p.m. Shower. Air conditioning. Hydration. Examine sunburned shoulders.

7 p.m. - 2 a.m.: Dinner, drinks, poker, Rock Band, unknown shenanigans.