If there’s one thing I love about Saturday, it’s having to do absolutely nothing.

To me, nothing can be more relaxing than putting all my worries about school and work aside and sitting down, letting out a sigh of relief and, really, doing nothing.

It’s not that I’m an inherently lazy person, because I do love to go out and have a good time, but there is something alluring about a long stint on the couch watching episode after episode of “The O.C.” knowing that I don’t have to lift a finger.

So, feeling this way about Saturday, it seemed like a wrench in the gears when I received a phone call from my good friend this past Saturday telling me one thing:

“We’re going on an adventure.”

Obviously, this friend of mine had no idea of the big plans I had for the day, and I sure wasn’t going to break them.

I racked my brain for a decent excuse for why I had to decline what surely would be a madcap adventure filled with uncertainty, excitement and danger, but I came up short. Without a proper excuse, I was a sitting duck; I had to get off the phone before I caved in and agreed to go.

I hung up thinking I had rid myself of those adventure-savvy friends of mine and began to sink back into my motionless trance. “Room Raiders” never looked so good.

Unfortunately, like all good things, it didn’t last. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door; they had come, and they weren’t leaving without me. I began to see my well-laid plans of inactivity slip away and I braced myself for what was to come — I was going on an adventure.

I buckled my seatbelt and we were off, like a bunch of mid-day pioneers, cruising around small-town Iowa, looking for something we could do that would validate us as real adventurers.

To make a long story short, after almost running out of gas in the middle of nowhere — thanks to a small-town gas station that didn’t feel like being open on Saturday afternoon — we wound up at a friend’s house in Des Moines, feeling like rejects for not having found anything worthy of a good story. But, after all, we were only amateurs.

On the discouraging ride home, I sat there thinking to myself that, while I could have been watching a DVD in my cozy living room, there is no way it could have compared to being in good company. Even though we hadn’t done anything special that would put us in history books, at least we had spent it together and had managed to make a good laugh out of an otherwise uneventful Saturday afternoon.

Call it cheesy, but it reminded me that there are only so many times in life where we can simply be spontaneous and drop everything to spend time with our friends, so we have to take advantage of them while we can.

Long after diplomas and careers, we’ll forget all about the bad teachers, low test scores and outrageous reading assignments, but what will remain are the memories of the times we spend doing nothing with our true friends.