I just don’t get it. I’m a working man now… sort of and I can’t contemplate this concept of getting trashed on Sunday. Do people who drink on Sunday’s not get hangovers? Are they immune to everything tasting awful, not wanting to see sunlight, and the inability to move at a normal speed? It’s so perplexing. Monday’s are bad enough as it is, I don’t need to add cotton mouth and an insatiable yearning for a #2 from the McD’s breakfast menu. I want to get out of bed, get dressed and get the day over with as fast as possible.
Or maybe I’m wrong, are Sunday Fundays just a college thing and no one does it in the real world or are you animals really getting after it at 2 PM on Sunday like it’s 1 AM on Friday night? You can answer that one in the poll at the bottom.
Now don’t get me wrong, I love to party, dance up a storm, and regret my bar tab, but that feeling ends at roughly 3 AM on Saturday night and is quickly replaced with a love for not moving, watching TV, and wearing sweatpants (technically a love for sweatpants comes over me as soon as I’m home no matter what day it is but you get my point.)
As hard as it is to believe, as far-fetched an idea as it may be, as insane as this concept is…maybe I’m just not as awesome as I thought. Is loving Sunday Funday part of the definition of being awesome? I really hope not, cuz up to this point, I’ve prided myself on the size of my awesome gland. I mean, I have Being Awesome listed under education, work experience, skills, and activities on my resume. That’s right, 4 different times, and sometimes I feel like I’m still not conveying the message properly.
I dunno man, Sunday Funday’s just aren’t my cup of tea. If I didn’t have a job or figured out how to sleep well while drunk and wake up without a hangover maybe I’d make it my cup of tea, but until then, I’m just gonna settle for Sunday NotMondayDay and be happy about it.
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