Her Cocktail – Amanda McKelvey

Don’t get me wrong; I love the idea of Sunday Funday, but my liver is still suffering from the past two or three days and I need a day to recuperate.

While I’d love to take part in another day of “crushing beers,” all I want on a Sunday morning is a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich from Village Bagels and a large iced coffee.

Guys, we get it. It’s Sunday, so for you that means football, beers and a tray of Archie Moore’s wings. If my head didn’t feel like I got hit with a baseball bat, I’d so be there. I promise.

Sundays are also the day I need to take care of that small thing called homework that escaped me while I was basking in the glow of Lantern Point yesterday.

Write a paper for Monday and finish a chapter of Art History reading? Easy as pie … wrong.
Sundays, unfortunately, can no longer be dedicated as “fundays” until it’s too cold to day party on Saturdays and I can work out all my homework then.

Sorry to be such a downer, but unlike my friend Reinier, I won’t be rooting for my favorite team from the couch — Go Giants! Instead, I’ll catch you guys at the library.

Bottom line: I’m all for a good party or day drink, but Sundays for me need to be a designated day of rest and school work. Props to the people who can have a true Sunday Funday though; hopefully I can join in on that soon.

His Beer – Reinier den Boggende

8:00 a.m. It’s time to roll out of bed, time to get my life together as it’s finally Sunday: the last day of the weekend when I should be doing my homework and sitting down in the quiet atmosphere of the library. Struggling to walk down the stairs of my townhouse is easily the hardest thing I’ve had to do in the past 48 hours. I grab some ice cold Gatorade out of the fridge and instantly dive onto the couch and turn the TV on. My morning takes a turn for the best because of one reason and one reason only: football. Perhaps Sunday may be all right after all.

To start the day off, I do my body a huge favor and get some coffee to wake myself up.  Next, I’m headed to the stove to cook up eggs and bacon … a whole lot of bacon.  This is the day when I ask all of my friends to come over, order some hot wings from Beachside and pizza from the Nauti Dolphin and watch the Patriots embarrass the Jets once again.

“Oh, but what about homework?” No need to worry, the time for homework will come soon enough in between games, but today is dedicated to football. There’s always Monday morning too, right?

After a day cheering on the Patriots, the greatest team to ever step foot on the field, the dreaded homework lurks over my head. I forcibly peel myself off the couch and ditch the remote for a backpack and notebook … It’s a very humbling experience.

Once homework is kinda-sorta, but not really done — and I swear this happens every Sunday — I happen to hear an advertisement on TV for the new “Breaking Bad” episode on later that night. Looks like my night just got cooking.

Yes, the couch once again is calling my name, and there is not a chance in the world that I’m going to miss yet another episode of Walter White being an absolute boss.

But the bottom line here is that I’m enjoying my Sunday to the fullest. Most people view Sunday as a downer just because you have to actually be a functioning human being on Monday. Even though that may be true, there is no excuse to not take full advantage of a day of football, friends, hot wings, maybe a few beers and an episode of “Breaking Bad.” How could anyone resist?

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