Sunday Funday!

Back in college we used to celebrate "Super Thursday"...a 'special time' when some buddies and I would get together to usher in the upcoming weekend.. as the Dude would say, "I'll tell you the truth, Brandt, I don't remember most of it.--Jeez!".. meaning..it was a good time. Nothing but loud music and Shannigans until the wee hours of dawn.

Of course everything changes and Thursday nights, while still fun, never have gone back to the level of craziness as the "SuperThursday" days. Lately though, I 've notice a pattern developing and it seems to me that now SuperThursday has gone to-->SundayFunday.. just a conversion from an old day that was typically reserved for homework, hangovers, and laziness. It's great, by realizing the SundayFunday the weekend is in essence lengthened by 2 (this is my thesis statement). Double-Double your pleasure! The loud music and Shannigans continues...

Last week's Sunday Funday was no exception. First, let me set the scene. Beautiful warm weather, palm trees, and snow-capped mountains in the distance, we spent the weekend at my brother's new pad on Balboa Peninsula in Newport Beach. Tennis courts for his front yard, and volleyball courts on one of California's finest beaches in the back. As Dave put it upon entering his apartment, "this place just puts me in a good mood". It's even got a very Jackie Treehornesk fireplace.

But, enter Sunday morning and only one word can describe the state of being: "struggling". It's like a scene from "Reservoir Dogs" where everyone is crawling on the floor, bloodied from a long weekend, "I'm f*ckin' dyinnnnnnn!!!". Blurred and embarrassing memories, empty cans, and a stack of expensive bar tabs from the past 3 days combine with the onslaught of a new work week and a ghastly vision of your boss looking eagerly at you with 4 new "hot" projects.

It's at this time most settle for a movie and about 30 glasses of water to get them by. Counting down the hours left in the weekend.

That's no way to have a Sunday Funday.

First order of business? Skip the water and pour yourself a stiff drink.

Now some may claim this is a sign of "alcoholism", but I look at it more as a way of dealing with a more serious problem: "workaholism"..and we all know which one is more fun:).

Turn on some music, loud. It's got to be mellow, it's got to be "easy like Sunday morning". No lyrics are the best, but if you have to have someone singing, make sure its something in a foreign language lest you have to concentrate on words! But then again, Jack Johnson's new CD is rokkin'!! Whatever, the music isn't the point, the point is to forget about the office and celebrate Sunday for what it really is, just another Saturday. I mean, It's still Saturday night somewhere in the world, am I wrong? Am I wrong?!

Anyway, I digress. SundayFunday was excellent:

--Waking up, cracking a beer, enjoying the sun and grilling as many hotdogs and hamburgers as you can eat
--Passing out on the beach and getting sunburned
--Meeting some folks interested in S.F. and frozen drinks
--Heading over to "Mutt Lynches"..right on the beach. I walked in and was kind of in shock..here SundayFunday was in full force with girls dancing on the tables and grown men visibly intoxicated. The beer came in large Chalices (Schooners as they're called), so after 2 you were right back into the Friday Night swing of things..it was great..[enter numerous shannigans....]...

Oh, I'm really getting excited about Summertime in S. Cali......especially SundayFundays:)

be sure to read my next posting "the worst Monday of my life"..

Mom is coming tomorrow!