An ideal weekend?

Betsy and I managed to burn up another weekend working on our house instead of doing something fun. While this gives me a feeling of true satisfaction and accomplishment, I can't help but sigh a little inside wondering what might have been.

My "dream weekend" (yes, I realize it's a corny and cliche topic, but I want to spell it out anyway), which is not likely to happen anytime soon, is this; I have absolutely no plans. I start by sitting on my couch with Betsy next to me and a couple hundred bucks in my pocket. When something strikes me as worthy of my time, I do it. No pressure, just a cornucopia of pure and unfiltered "whatever the heck I want".

Post your ideal weekend in the comments if you have a second. I'd love to know!