Sunday Night Football

When they say that Monday is the worst day of the week, I now know what that means. In college, Monday meant a light day of classes, a reunion with friends and sharing of albums on Facebook about the crazy weekend you had, but for us working stiffs, Monday means the dreaded work monster has reared its ugly head.

It's that feeling the kids get when the last day of summer is upon them and they have to return to school the next day. Luckily, I have fun-loving friends who live at home with their parents and can afford to be late to work! So Sundays have gained a whole new meaning for me.

After my usual Sunday worship service, I leave feeling like I just met with my therapist and had a great session. Therapy is good despite what everyone tells you. It's not just for the rich people that have drinking/drug problems; it's for us regulars too.

Here in my semi-decorated, studio aparment in Harlem, while enjoying my amazing baked ziti and salad, I get a call from Sean, my social life coach. His main concern is to have enough stories to tell his children once he finally decides to settle down and make something of his life. He is by far one of my greatest friends from school and always convinces me to live recklessly even if it's only for a few hours.

This Sunday, his adventure is football. Since leaving the South, I have yet to have an experience like I had in high school. The band, the bleechers the cheering have all been replaced with flashy tv effects and annoying sports announcers.

However, today was fun; the chicken wings, the beer, the humongous flat-screen tvs made for an amazing experience. I felt like I was in school again, not worried about tomorrow, but focused on today's fun. It felt like an arena; people were yelling, waiters were running and everyone was glued to the game! For a few hours, I forgot about Monday, and enjoyed Sunday.

That's all it's about for us young, working professionals. Finding the fun in life despite the coming of a new work week!