When people use the phrase, "Sunday Funday," my mind goes straight to the pitcher -- a cheap mimosa pitcher shared amongst friends/ yourself. It makes me think of that time we accidentally ordered too many pitchers at 3 Monkey's and I ended up adopting my friend's dog for the day instead of just letting her out. Or that time Lauren and I ended up randomly drunk at Buddy's without much of a warning.

Mimosa soaked Sunday's definitely are Funday's, but sometimes nursing that hangover is almost as fun. I'm not talking about the throbbing headache, because that's never fun, but everything that comes with the Sunday hangover is actually pretty great. Think about it, what's more fun than a perfect excuse to lay on your sofa and use your chest as a plate?