When I lived in NYC, my goal most weekends was to do nothing. Not make plans. Do as little as possible. I thought that the less I did, the slower time would pass.
Nowadays I want to jam pack my weekends with activity. Gardening, errands, friends, movies, touristy stuff. When I don't have plans I feel depressed. It's like a need a distraction from the constant spectre of work, Monday.