Here in Seattle, Monday sucks—drizzle, cold, gray. It's the kind of morning that gives Seattle a reputation for serial killers and suicide.

But Saturday, as Eli points out, was gorgeous. People went nuts for the sun. They lolled in the park like walruses, they rode their bikes and ate ice cream and tried to pack as much summer into that one day as possible.

I'm trying to get over this pissy morning by remembering Saturday: I ran into some friends, we bought some beer and champagne and chips, then played two-story doubles badminton: two people up on a balcony, two people running around like crazy on a gravel parking lot below. We played like that for hours.

It was awesome.

What'd you do on Saturday? My temporary, weather-related depression would like to know.