Describe your perfect saturday in the life as well as the perfect day of your life
 

Not a perfect day per-se, but if you had your perfect life, what would your average saturday be like? Also what would your perfect day be like barring a day full of tantric sex?

Saturday in the life:
Wake Up.
Make love to my wife.
Go down stairs and make bacon and french toast for my 2 little boys and 2 little girls.
Take them to baseball practice/piano practice/friend's house whatever.
Pick up the band, and my wife and I would jam and record a few songs for an hour or two.
Pick up the kids.
Make the kids quesadillas for lunch.
Pack up gear for the show that night.
Babysitter arrives.
Play the show, it goes good. We don't screw up any songs, no strings break, the tone is pretty consistent with the recordings.
Go out to dinner, have naan and chicken biriyani.
Babysitter calls, kids are asleep.
Go home.
Pay the babysitter.
Watch a movie.
Go to bed, make love.
Have a really fucked up dream- my life would be so perfect that I'd have to have fucked up dreams or there would be nothing to write about.

Perfect Nonsexual Day Ever:
Wake Up.
Have a sausage croissanwich.
Put on my astronaut suit.
Get in a rocket.
Turn on Space Oddity.
Blast off.
Look down at how small and beautiful the earth looks.
Come back down the same day.
Read the news "My Bloody Valentine new album coming out, band to tour again."
See Gang of Four, the Pixies, TV on the Radio, Bauhaus, and Sonic Youth all put on amazing shows.
Win the lotto.
Have crazy set for life drunken sex with my wife.
Fall asleep.

The perfect Saturday for me-
Wake up
Blaze a spliff
Listen to SY, &/or anything in my collection
Go play 18 holes of golf
Blaze another spliff
Listen to more SY, &/or anything in my collection
Go to sleep

(short day isn't it)

you guys make such long lists.

how hard is it to spend all day fucking, really. see, i made a list. it's short. and to the point.

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oh yeah. throw in some good food. raw oysters. and something skunky.

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That is a pretty good list there !@#$%!
But, mine isn't that long.

Spending all day fucking is so obvious though

well if it's so obvious then why ask-- duh!!

wake up at 12
watch some futurama
have sonic youth and mr bungle play in my living room
do a bit of painting or drawing
get my friends round
have a bbq and some tacos and beers
smoke some joints
sit around a bonfire drinking, smoking and passing round a guitar
bed

Wake up, Bacon and Black pudding sandwich and a cuppa presented to me by my recently acquired beautiful ladyfriend. Read for a bit, then go bookshopping and rekkid shopping. Catch some afternoon Jazz in a park somewhere. Nip down the pub with some of the lads. Band in the evening, then a dirty club. Taxi home, drunk sex and a nightcap of top quality absinthe or whiskey (Irish preferably). Sleep.

My perfect Saturday is basicly just being incredibly baked, it doesn't matter what I'm going other than that really...
A party would be nice though, I love big parties.

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I used to be a huge party type of guy, but after all the shit that went on in my life, turned me into a home body.

hm, if your ladyfriend is that beautiful, i'd like to check her out while you're in the park, the pub & the dirty club. :p


ha ha ha. you pothead! :D

i could barely read the first post it was so gay. i'm still shuddering at the thought of it.

finally somebody with dignity shows up.

Every saturday I have is made a little more perfect by the fact that I do not now, nor will I ever have children.

the thought of you spawning is truly terrifying. in the name of humanity i thank you :D

You and everybody else.

Would you prefer it if my "saturday in the life" consisted of heroin use, rape, performing involuntary abortions on women and doing other ill shit?

I think gay is the wrong word. Oversentimental idealistic romantic poppycock would probably be a better way to describe what I'd like.


By perfect saturday in the life, I mean what an average saturday would be like if everything was going your way.

My progeny will conquer the world by the way.

oh... when did charles manson get out?

ow... and here i thought i was only joking...

He's breaking out next tuesday and starting the apocalypse. Didn't you get the memo?

http://youtube.com/watch?v=eXp397pEP...n%20apprentice

he's already been out for a while and been on the apprentice. What i want to know is what the fuck is a flimjimp or a boogomp?

sounds pretty gay to me

I like the Wizard of Oz!

Sterling Morrison is resurrected
Lou Reed and John Cale kiss and make up (you know where this is going)
I go in my house's attic and discover a vintage jazzmaster

I wake up in my lovely wooden house in Washington state to the sounds of crows cawing, and the sun creeping slowly up thru the treetops outside. I get up, grab a cup of orange juice out of the fridge, set it down on the kitchen table, and walk outside. The paper has just come, so I pick it up and shake all the ads out into my trashcan. There's some mail, so I grab that and walk back into the house.

I drink the O.J slowly as I open all my mail. There's a couple of checks- one's from the book publisher, and one's come from the record company. Neither are whopping big millionaire checks, but it's enough, and I'm earning just as much as the Office Slave next door. There's a sample of Bold detergent, which I might as well keep and use.

I finish the O.J while reading the newspaper. I flick on the TV see how the weather is today. There's been another SUV crash on the I-5. War is still going on, and I can't do much about that, so I'm not going to write an album protesting human nature. Men like to blow shit up. As long as it's not me, I don't really pay much attention to it.

Did I mention I live alone? No, I didn't. I haven't been married yet and I have no kids. But who's to worry? I have pretty much my whole life ahead of me, right? I am busy cleaning up other people's messes, and of course, my own. I finish soaking up the early morning information and go down to the study room or whatever, which is basically my room now, sans a bed. I check my emails, myspace (so what) and various blogs I like to read.

I leave to noodle about with my sound equipment. I am basically a writer and I have a band, though after the tour now, each band member has gone solitary to rest and reflect. I don't touch the guitar, because I've had enough of it for now. I have run out of ideas, and that sort of worries me.

It's almost noon now, so I go and shower, get dressed. I begin to make some lunch. Just a ham sandwich, maybe a bit of mustard. Some grape juice to wash it all down. Thats the ticket. It's Katie's birthday soon, and I have a good gift for her. I set about wrapping it and such. I have no idea what to put on the tag. It will come to me later, I suppose. I have always been wary of putting 'Love, Danny' on things, even when I'm writing to my parents or my sister.

It's raining outside now, but only a little. It's sorta chilly, even for May. The doorbell rings. Ding, dong. I never thought to get a custom doorbell, because the standard one is so clichéd and American that I love it. I walk to the door, with those morning eyes, even though it's almost 2pm. A section of my door is glass, though distorted glass- I can see a woman outside though. I can't have her standing in the rain.

I open the door. To my suprise, it's Katie. 'Hello!' she says, looking sorta timid, as if she expects me to go 'what the fuck are you doing here?'. I return the hello and invite her inside. I shake the rain off of her coat and hang it up, and follow her into the kitchen. She doesn't really know where she's going in my house.

'This is the kitchen..' I say as I walk in after her. She's looking at it intently, seemingly sorta-suprised with it. She has always had a fantasy of drinking tea with me, and I have always had some teabags saved for such an occasion. I pour her a simple cup of tea. She must be cold. I sit down at the table and she hesitates, looks up, past the ceiling, and looks God in the eyes. Something's troubling her. I invite her to sit down, and she does.

I ask her why she's all the way over here in Seattle. Shopping? Show? Zoo?. 'I don't really have the money for any of those..' she mumbles. 'I got fired today'. She's a journalist. I just say 'Oh'. I never really thought it was the best job for her. She's not the journalist type. Even if she just writes about cooking in the health pages. I read her column and try to make some of her recipes, but I'm not the rabbit food kinda guy.

She looks down into her tea and her hair covers up her face. 'Why?' I ask straightforwardly, breaking the comfortable silence. 'Apparently I'm just not what they're looking for,' she says, 'they just told me to clean out my office when I turned up at work today'. I'm sorry, even if I didn't think it was the right job for her. 'Sorry'. She inhales and exhales loudly, but it's not a sigh. 'I dunno... I guess maybe it wasn't the best job for me anyway. I don't think I applied myself to the work very well'.

'I thought you were doing great,' I say, getting up and going over to the cupboards. 'Mehh...' she drawls, 'thinks having been going so great for me anyway. I have to move out of my apartment now because the bills and rent are just getting so much. I was going to ask my dad if I could move back into his house, but I have so much stuff, and,' there's a silence, '...yeah'.

I walk over to her and hand her the cookie jar. 'I have a fold-out couch, and there's like a whole empty basement you can put all your stuff in,' I say as she bits into a cookie. She looks like she might stay. '...I could get coloring books!' I enthusiatically shout. That seals the deal. I show her where she can sleep. She ends up sleeping in my bed, and I sleep on the fold-out couch bed.

That evening we cook Spaghetti and Meatballs, combining my man-child hunger and her cooking skills. It's all a very warm affiar, and the lights keep everything cosy and give everything a sort of Spain-like quality. We talk about old times, listen to my records, and I show her all of my music equipment. She knows I got what I always wanted and she's happy for me.

'Leah's still on the music scene' she says. I remember when Leah was a hardcore anti-bush punk. 'Oh yeah?' I ask. 'Yeah, but she's not in Cricketbat Militia anymore though. She's got her own band. They're really good'. I want to know more, I wanna tour with her, I wanna make her a star. 'I should jam with her' I say, but Katie and I both know that wouldn't work out.

Evening draws in, and we laze about on separate couches, watching the Red Dward DVDs I had bought her for her birthday (I decided to let her open them early). She makes some phonecalls as I clean around the house, and I hear her talking to Claire, Brandon, and all the others who slipped through my fingers. She's talking about me, and I didn't think she would bring me up.

She thanks me, and we share a goodnight hi-five in the hallway before we retire to our separate beds for the night.

This, believe it or not, is my perfect day. Lazy, with a bit of company. It's not extravagant or sexual, because I've had days like this, and they are certainly the most enjoyable. Good friend, good food, good times.

sit around drinking all day with diesel
go out dancing with porky
crash at toilette's house

Wake up and have a cup of coffee with a cig.
I'll then have a shower, get dressed, and take it from there.

Wake up at twelve and do nothing but watch PBS or the Discovery channel, and eat anything, I only eat once a day. And go outside and see what is happening in my neighborhood. And play shitty on my guitar. And listen to music. That is it.

The Perfect Saturday

-Wake up covered under my warm sheets (i dont like waking up uncovered because i feel like i missed out on the warmness all night), resting under the warm sheets for 15-20 minutes talking to my girl while Saved By The Bell(on mute) is on TV.
-The Fan is on and the room is really cold
-Tippie-Toe my way to the bathroom(cause the tiles are cold) to brush my teeth
-Take a piss
-Go back to bed and enjoy some tv with my girl for 30 minutes
-Eat some cereal
-Shower @ 11ish am
-Hang out until 4, get lunch with friends
-Go back home for an hour or 2
-Go to the liquor store, pick up a bottle of goose
-Meet up with girl and friends, start drinking at 8-9
-Go to a bar or a party @ 10:30
-Have a blast
-Go home around 3am
-If i come home alone, drink lots of water so im not hung over the next day, get online, and play some bass guitar for an hour
-If im not alone, then, straight to bed.

my ideal saturday

wake up
have a wank
do a bong
have some scrambles eggs
watch some tv
head into town
meet me friend for lunch
buzz back home
have a bit of banter with me ikkle niece and nephew
do a bong
meet me mate after work
head to the pub for a dinkiepoos
back to his gaff
more bongs
back home
chat with ma Daddie
hit the sack
have a wank
off to sleep

ideal day?

-Wake up
-M&M's Ginger Chicken and Miller's Genuine Draft Beer for breakfast
-When drunk, go out
-See that indie kid I've kept my eye on for a while
-hook up with her and bring her to my place :p
-When done, find porkmarras, and do the same
-eat more ginger chicken, perogies, and more Miller's
-Pass out on bed after partying to a live SY show

Playing with oscillators all day in a drunken state while also:
1-Having sex
2-Running to Tesco for more beer
3-Eating something
4-Passing out

Today is my perfect day because I choose to create it as perfect. I choose peace by allowing Your will to be in my life today. Dance through me, God. Breathe through me.


Today you are my speaking and my listening. I know that you go before me blessing each moment and smoothing my path. I take delight in participating in your Divine Plan. I am surrounded by inner feelings of fulfillment, abundance and freedom.


Today is a turning point. Miracles meet me wherever I go. I accept your indwelling presence. My mind opens to your wisdom. I feel sage and innocent. I give myself permission to relax, take breaks and to have fun.


Your voice calls out to me when I forget and fall deeply into your loving arms, finding a peace so deep and still that I am no longer disrobed by the world.


Your inner presence provides an energy and blessing where I go. My friends and family are profoundly touched by your love as it flows through me.


Today is my perfect day because I choose to create it as perfect.

pookie! deep man, real deep
i like it....

all i seem to be doing is wankin off

What do you think I'M talking about?

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drink gallons of great coffee, eat tons of great food, drink beer for hours, scrounge around in record stores for hours, eat tons of great food, drink beer for hours, listen to music for hours, nap, eat tons of great food, drink beer for hours, listen to music for hours, nap

Spend the day with Evelyn (A friend of mine). She's great and I'm probably at my happiest when I'm with her.

Sappy I know but hey.

Man, I completely forgot about this thread.

I think my real perfect day would be a date with Scarlet Johannsen, on the moon. With moon sex. On the moon. I want to go to the moon. Moon.

Virgin will be flying there pretty soon if that's what you want.