“Brunch on Sunday?” YES, YES, and, um, let me think… YES. I used to not like Sundays. Womp, womp. Mostly, because Fridays and Saturdays were *almost* always more fun. Also, because Sunday meant the day before Monday (aka the start of the work or school week) BORING. And DEPRESSING.
But, every since I hopped over the line between being a child to legal drinking aged WOMAN, I realized Sundays were the best days of the week. They were the days where I could wake up from a crazy Saturday night only to keep the party going in a much more adult manner during brunch. A day where it was not looked down upon to have a higher ratio of alcohol than fresh juice in your glass… I mean seriously. If you’re not sipping on champagne on a Sunday morning, then who the heck are you? Not my friend, I assure you. Just kidding… kind of.
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