I've Never Understood The Appeal Of Sunday Funday
I have a confession to make: My name is Trent and I think Sunday Funday is the dumbest thing ever. That might make me sound like a loser but I’m willing to stick my neck out and be there for any of you out there pretending to like Sunday Funday when you actually hate it. I’m here to be a voice for those people. Society doesn’t control us.
It’s important to note that I’m not hungover today. I didn’t drink yesterday. So this is not a reaction to having participated in a Sunday Fun day and now I’m hungover as shit and mad. That’s not what’s happening. I didn’t participate in a Sunday Funday yesterday cause I never participate in Sunday Funday cause it’s dumb as shit. Before we get too far into it let’s nail down exactly what Sunday Funday
Here’s what the folks at Urban Dictionary say
Okay. So with that definition in mind lemme tell you everything that’s wrong with it. First of all, Sundays are not for drinking. They’re just not. Sundays are for laying in my bed, eating Chinese food and recovering from my other weekend days of drinking. Fridays and Saturdays are for drinking (and the boys, buy a shirt) because there’s a bulit-in recovery period of at least 24 hours. So any day where the day following it is a work day is not a day for drinking. That’s really my biggest problem with it. People willingly signing up for a Monday hangover is crazy town. Hangovers are bad enough. Hangovers at work are quite literally the worst thing ever.
And the part about “Oh if you just stop drinking at 6:30 on Sunday you’ll be fresh as a daisy on Monday!” is the biggest lie ever told. If I black out at 6:30 on a Sunday I’m not gonna feel 100% until around Thursday. That’s how long my hangovers last now. Once I turned 25 my hangovers kicked into over drive and became debilitating. And that’s assuming I even have the will power to stop drinking at 6:30. Cause there’s a 99.999999% I roll Sunday Funday into closing down the bar and getting home at 4:30am.
Bottom line is this, you can call me a pussy and a square for hating Sunday Funday but I know I’m right. And I know that you know that I’m right. Stop living a lie and stop having hangovers on Monday. I am your voice.