Can I break it down

Yesterday was quiet and productive, the kind of morning that lasts all afternoon. Last night was effortlessly fun, the kind of white peach sangria that makes you love your friends more than life itself.  Today was good, the kind of futbol game afternoon that initiates you as a real live European.  And now I'm listening to this:

and laying in this

and drinking this

And thinking about this

Thank god for weekends.