Weekends are like snowflakes. Every one is different, and they taste delicious on your tongue. Of course, fuck snowflakes, because this is Florida and right about now we've worn all our pretty winter clothes and are thinking longingly about sitting on a warm beach with a rum drink.
Unfortunately for us, that fucking groundhog is a selfish bastard and we're looking at another weekend of what the Danes call "lovely summer weather" but you and I call "some cherry-crusted bullshit."
Nevertheless, a weekend is a weekend, and not to be wasted. Here's how to make the most of yours: