What would be the perfect end to a great weekend?

I had a great weekend. Really. Friday night we went to the Indians game where they won with a bases loaded, bottom of the ninth single by Lou Merloni. Yeah, I don't know much about him either but hey, it made for a great game. We went to the game with my parents who just celebrated their 31st year of marriage last week. Pretty impressive. Especially given the fact that they managed to keep the team together while raising three kids, one of which is incredibly good looking, intelligent and witty. Here's to another 31 years! Speaking of 30 something... Happy Birthday to my buddy Dave. Thirty years old. That's got to be a record or something right? ... Interesting Side note: You can rearrange the words "Thirty Years Old" to make the phrase, "I told Harry yet. . ." Which sounds like "I told Harriet". Wow. Anyway Saturday afternoon and evening was spent at Dave's place eating large amounts of pork and consuming adult beverage.  It was a pig roast.  You know in movies and tv shows how they always have an apple in the pig's mouth?  I now understand why they do that.  Pigs have some mean looking teeth. Birthday wishes also go out to my buddy Jeff - 27 years old.   I found a great card to send but, in classic Smith fashion, I lost it.  So once I locate it, it will make it's way via snail mail to Columbus.   We wrapped up the weekend by seeing Spider-Man 2.  It was a lot of fun.   So what would be the perfect end to a great weekend?    Another Saturday right after Sunday.