What goes into the perfect weekend? I’ve been thinking about this recently while writing my book Weekend Philosophy. In it, I postulate that the ideal weekend is a paradox. It requires a duality of experiences that might seem to conflict but in fact bind together like yin and yang. Hence the perfect weekend must at once be both soothing and exhilarating, rejuvenating yet satisfyingly exhausting. This is the type of weekend that we can only strive for in our lives, achieving them in rare special moments that live on in our memories for years to come…
I remember one such weekend I had last year when I traveled to Melbourne. The terrific weekend started as soon as we got off the plane. We’d made the delicious decision to hire a limo for the airport transfers. Melbourne looked stunning from the seat of the limo, while we sipped champagne (conveniently provided for us in the back) and enjoyed the plush leather seats. It was a Chrysler limo, one of the sexiest makes if you ask me. I think the airport transfer itself set us up for what was going to be a great couple of days.
Actually, we were on our way to check out some winery tours. Melbourne doesn’t have wineries in the city so we drove out a couple of hours in the glorious limousine and into green and gold pastures. The magic of the scenery added to our joy until it reached a crescendo — a fine dining experience at a country estate.
The wines we tasted were also grand and we became slightly drunk. Not ridiculous drunk but just rosy cheeked and glowing with contentment. We also had our bellies full of foie de gras which might have helped.
So that is my tale of a supreme weekend. Share your stories of weekends with me below, they will all contribute valuable research for my book on the philosophy of the weekend. Perhaps you’ve got a less expensive tale, or perhaps one more lavish? Either way, the weekend lives on in the collective consciousness as a time of pleasure and joy.