Do you remember Sunday Fundays?
Back in my younger days (By that I mean college. Two years ago) I loved a good Sunday Funday. As if drinking on Tuesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays weren’t enough, we had to day drink on Sundays as well. We never needed an excuse, bottomless mimosas at Cabo Cantina was enough of a reason for us. In order to keep this post PG-13 I won’t relay any specific stories but just know I had a blast on those Sunday Fundays.
Oh how times have changed.
Sunday Funday’s are now a thing of the past. I still have fun on my Sundays but drinking copious amounts of alcohol is no longer involved. Mainly due to the fact that as I’ve grown older, my hangovers have become more and more severe. In college I had no problem drinking 3 or 4 days in a row. I would get a slight hangover but it would be completely gone by 6pm like clockwork. Then I would get up and do it all over again. Recently my hangovers have evolved in to include massive headaches and nausea. Last weekend I almost threw up in the paint isle of Home Depot. Not a good experience.
So my friends, giving up my Sunday Fundays is one of the many realizations that I am growing up. I can no longer be irresponsible and drink when I have work the next day. I can’t function during my early morning conference calls when I have a huge hangover. My job expects me to show up and be productive and I have to think about how one day of fun can affect others who are counting on me.
I can’t say that I will never have another Sunday Funday (There will always be 3 day weekends). But for now that part of me, the college girl who loved to have too much fun, is behind me.
But I have to say, I have some killer (un)memories.