Sunday Funday
PIN IT!Back in the day when I was a waitress/barkeep on a resort island, Sunday Funday was the best day of the week. During high peak summer weekends, thousands of tourists flocked to the island to relax and drink (there was a mile and a half stretch of bars) and things would get crazy. The bars would be INCREDIBLY packed with parents gone wild (most were over the age of 40 on a weekend away from the kids) and Friday’s and Saturday’s were nearly unbearable. The only thing that really got us through those days were the tips, the amazing tips. Well, when Sunday rolled around, the hungover parents would leave to go back to the mainland and we would be left with a night free of creepy old men, snarky old women and rude tourists. So what does a group of 20 something kids do when the island is ours?
Party, just a little bit 🙂 Those Sunday Funday’s were some of the best days of my life.
Unfortunately, my Sundays these days are not quite as fun. Like today, for example. Instead of trapezing around an island in the sun, I’m unpacking hundreds of boxes. And you know what? I think overnight they somehow re-pack themselves. Magic boxes.
I know, my living room is a nightmare. Luckily, the kitchen is completely unpacked.
The dining room is about 95% finished so once it’s complete, I’ll snap some photos 🙂 However, after scouring furniture stores this morning, I found my PERFECT new dining room set. It’s absolutely incredible.
This will look so amazing in my dining room. Sigh. I should probably get back to work, those boxes aren’t going to unpack themselves (can someone please invent that?)
