The End of Sunday Funday...

Aaaaand, to complete my Sunday Funday...my cat got diarrhea on me.

Sunday Fundays, starring Sarah and Nadeen

Now, I know many of you engage in the celebration of “Sunday Funday” on a weekly basis…but let me share with you what that means for my roommate Sarah and me.

The world is our oyster really, and no Sunday Funday is ever the same. For example…this past summer, Sunday Funday consisted of anything from sunning ourselves at the most exclusive of Cleveland’s Country Clubs to a good old fashioned pool party right in our own backyard. Winter, however, has presented an interesting challenge for us young fun-seekers.
The most memorable Sunday Funday of late occurred rather unexpectedly at The Happiest Place on Earth. No, not Disney World…Nordstrom. Beachwood to be specific. Just as Sarah and I were about to complete our 4 hour shopping tour de mall…we remembered we had yet to visit Nordies. Thinking we only had but a few moments to drool in the shoe and accessory departments, we rushed to catch a glimpse of all the wonderful things neither of us can really afford.

As we walked into the Pearly Gates, it seemed as though there was an unusual buzz, a feeling of excitement not normal for ten minutes before closing on a Sunday evening. Then, I spotted a woman with a cocktail. Then, I spotted a woman with a glass of wine. Then, we discovered that these libations were FREE and being handed out left and right to Nordstroms best customers, who all had been invited to an exclusive shopping event after normal business hours. And Sarah and I had walked in just in the nick of time.

Three cocktails later…we had tried on every accessory in the store and smelled every perfume and decided it was best to leave, lest we need to call a cab to pick us up from Beachwood Place. That, my friends, is a successful Sunday Funday. This week, however…we have opted for the “Stay Warm and Don’t Die in a Forseeable Car Accident Because There is a Blizzard” kind of Sunday. And it has just occurred to us now, at midnight, that we should open a bottle of champagne. And so we have, as we watch repeats of Jersey Shore in our pajamas, and apply hand cream.

So, never underestimate the fun that can be had on a Sunday. All you need is a good friend, a good cocktail and six over-tan guidos and guidettes with a questionable vocabulary.