The key to appreciating day drinking -- fully, completely, and without any reservations -- is understanding that day drinking isn’t laziness, it’s contentment. The notion that just because the sun’s out you should be actively engaged in accomplishing things is ridiculous. You’ve spent an entire week accomplishing things. Big things, little things, medium-sized things, things you had to do, things you wanted to do, things that scored you points, and things for which you will never be recognized. Your gold star for the week’s achievements is the weekend -- the entire weekend, not just the hours from sundown to closing time on Friday and Saturday night.
If you want to spend your Saturday and Sunday afternoons doing laundry, visiting museums, or climbing mountains, good for you, that’s admirable. Anyone who says we’ve devolved into a nation of children should take notice of what a fine, responsible adult you’ve become. But no one should feel compelled to do things that are traditionally thought of as “productive,” especially if all they really want to do is park their ass on a patio and bullshit the day away as the rays kiss their face and the booze kisses their mouth.