I hate to say it, Paws, but your dream sounds exactly like my house on Mondays, when we have our Live Free and Pie jam! We live in the woods, in the one spot in North America apparently that is having just enough rain, coolish summer temps, and a goodly population of kindly, musical folks who would rather sit on our porch and play tunes for hours on end (with occasional breaks for pie) than stare at a tube and watch people run around a field (the universal expression amongst our friends when confronted with a potential threat, er, discussion around sports is "What shape is the ball in that one?").
You bring the ginger and/or lemonade drinks, I'll make pie. Come on in!