For students, it means the last day to finish their allotted (and
often excessive) weekend homework.
For adults, it is their last day of “freedom” before heading back
to work.
For parents, it means back to school, back to making lunches, back
to soccer games and play dates, etc.
For me and my fellow “20-somethings,” it means one last day to rest
before heading back to the monotony of a 9-5 job that we hate or, even worse,
the monotony of “the unknown.” It also means one last hangover before the new
week starts.
Or does it…
The revelation can be dated back a few months to a Sunday morning
after a particularly wild Saturday night.
Upon waking up, my friends Miguel and Aaron and I decided that our
only hope for survival was to “delay the hangover.”
So, after a Bloody Mary with breakfast, we went and purchased a few
bottles of champagne, some orange juice, and planted ourselves on the couch to
watch some Desperate Housewives. The result:
Sunday
Funday was born.
Here are
a few of the things you should know about Sunday Funday:
It is racially diverse.
There
is always a surplus of men.
~*Sometimes we do casual tarot readings*~
We like glasses ($5 margaritas in pint glasses: not pictured.)
Sunday Funday is
often blurry.
<<We nap at our own expense.
There
are very few acceptable reasons to cancel Sunday Funday.
And Monday will suck.
From
mid-winter, indoor, day drinking, to fried fish sandwiches, to sunbathing and grilling
out. Mimosas and Man-mosas. Hot dogs and
Takis. New friend groups, Simper Freckers, and $5 margaritas. Sunday Funday is
more than just another day of the week, it is not just a tradition:
It is a way of life.
It is a way of life.
Keep
delaying the hangover.
I love
you all!
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