Each day of the weekend has its own ethos. Friday is Friday, thank God, the night to forget the week's myriad disappointments with a post-vocational program of alcohol, bar food, loud music, and other spiritual unguents. Saturday is the day to get things done: laundry, gardening, a trip to the dump, sowing the back 40. It's immediately followed by Saturday night, a genre unto itself, the night to dress up, go out, and frolic far from the constraints... More >>>
Absinthe has the whole leisure-genteel Edwardian atmosphere down pat.