I’m meant to describe an ideal day off for today’s post. Thinking about the ideal day off immediately gave me Ferris Bueller on the brain, so now all I can think about is hijacking a parade float and singing Danke Schoen.
Which, to be fair, is something I’d at least attempt if presented with the opportunity.
I’m finding this a lot harder than I thought I would, possibly because what I like to do with my free time varies wildly depending on my mood. Some days I just want to be left alone with a book or a video game and some frozen pizza. Some days I want to have people over, cook a big dinner, and sit around drinking wine and laughing. Some days I want to take off to a beach and just chase seagulls and pick up shells all day. Some days I want to get in the car and just drive and drive, seeing what I can see along the way.
On the other hand, if I could somehow line up a day-off gig where I got to just hang out with a whole bunch of puppies all day long, that would be pretty sweet and would probably take precedence over anything else anybody invited me to do that day.
“Oh hey, did you want to fly on this private jet to Paris with me to check out the Louvre this afternoon?”
“Nah, man. I’ve got plans to lay on the floor in the middle of a bunch of puppies and just let them jump all over me. It’s going to be amazing. But thanks for thinking of me!”
Yes. Puppies are definitely the answer.