Sunday Funday

Just another Sunday in Glover Park, what other way to spend the day than wasting your money and health but have a great time doing it than Sunday Funday? I've had a few of these since moving to Glover Park, but none as memorable as that fateful Sunday.

During most of the month of January, I took a hiatus from drinking to cleanse the mind, body, and soul. It felt wonderful. Imagine waking up on a Sunday, Friday, Saturday, or pretty much any day if something cool is going on the night before and feel refreshed, awake, not decrepit, not like crap. Does this mean my entire life style has changed? No.

On this particular Sunday in January, I decided I don't need to drink on a Sunday to attend the same activities as those consuming. After a stint at the local watering hole, we cruised up the street to nosh some tacos and cupcakes. What to do next? How about the neighborhood strip club? What a wonderful way to spend a Sunday.

After paying $7.95 for a club soda, being WAY too sober for the Sunday line-up, and just feeling like a gross human being, we decided to get out of there. As if it were some divine and twisted fate, just as we were leaving said strip club, a friend and his mother were exiting the restaurant next door after a delightful Sunday meal.

"Oh, hi, how are you..."

"This is my mother..."

"Ummm," glancing back to where we once were, "very nice to meet you."

"So...."

"Oh man! That's not Five Guys! We were way off!" Definitely not that slick and just like that: our cover was blown....

If we only left a few minutes earlier or later, one less "adult" wouldn't think of me with disdain. Growing up? Overrated, too much work, and just not as gosh darn fun. Okay real world, here's the deal. You take weekdays, I'll take weekends, and you don't say shit about it.

POSTED BY THE SELF PROCLAIMED BIGGEST FAN OF THE GEORGETOWN CUDDLER