The worst part about the week for me is not Monday morning, but Sunday night. It's lonely. It's dark. It's cold. I hate it. I've felt this way as far back as I can remember. Theres something about the harshness of yet another weekend passing that really brings me down. And letely, the weekends have really been fun, so it makes for an even worse Sunday.
When I was younger, my Dad and I would play a boardgame, watch SportsCenter, and eat ice cream every Sunday. It got to be a real nice tradition and it was a great way to help pass the time before Monday AM hit. The game: either Sorry or Yahtzee. Sammy would always be the red piece in Sorry and I always picked blue. And when I lost I wouldn't sleep well. I'd recount my moves and wonder if I should have moved that one piece back one spot instead of forward 10 spots. Those of us "Sorry-heads" know what I'm sayin'!
So fast forward to Sunday nights in Indy. Tonight was different because I had a dinner party thing at my dude's house with a few other kids from work. This is always a good time with great discussions and it's perfect for taking my mind off what is soon to be another crappy Sunday night. But typically, it's go grocery shopping in the late afternoon, top of the tank in the whip, and pickup whatever clutter has accumulated over the weekend. Lately, there's always some leftover burrito sauce, chips, a
nd random Gatorade bottles that Trader and I did work on the night before. Hop into some comfy's (blue sweatpants, Jordan hoody I got from Nance and Dan, and these old-man slippers I got for Christmas that are like walking on clouds) and hit the couch. Time to catch up on the DVR from the previous week and that's it. That's Sunday night.
nd random Gatorade bottles that Trader and I did work on the night before. Hop into some comfy's (blue sweatpants, Jordan hoody I got from Nance and Dan, and these old-man slippers I got for Christmas that are like walking on clouds) and hit the couch. Time to catch up on the DVR from the previous week and that's it. That's Sunday night.And the other thing that sucks is I stay up late on Friday and Saturday night and so lately I'm not grabbing zzz's until, like midnight, so then I'm fried on Monday.
I was watching Crash this weekend on the FX channel (what exactly is that channel? A spinoff from FOX or what?) and that is a ca-razy flick. I dig it, but it makes you think alot. I like that it's set in LA; kinda makes me homesick for my days growing up in Compton. I just realized that Don Cheadle http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000332/ is an awesome actor. Dude lights up the screen like no other. If I could have anyone play me in a movie I'd go with Ryan Phillipe. I think he has the chops to capture my vibe and convey the struggles I overcame while growing up in South Central.
The other thing that I do on Sunday's is watch this dude on youtube: http://youtube.com/results?search_query=boyce+avenue&search_type=&aq=0&oq=boyce
Maybe you've seen him, but this kid can sing.
4 comments:
Alright so I read your Sunday entry, yes I can relate with you on the Sunday blahs, especially on the weekend that we just had. I actually found myself laughing out loud or going into deep thought ( a frequent Sam thing to do)....but most of the laughing came from our conversations Sat morning...I wont be able to watch Full House the same again (Ah Ah Ah aaaaaaaaa). You know I love to laugh and it was one thing after another that morning. The Philly girls absolutely love you and your energy...which makes me feel very fortunate to have you here my dear friend.
One final thought on this Sunday business...we only have 56 Indy Sundays left.....Make the Most of It! SAMMY
Dwight...i'm a little upset- sunday nights lead to monday mornings....long walks to get water, dreaming of the Trifecta Effect, and your warm seat at the special IBS hangout...anyway- be thankful for everyday! c u tomorrow:)
Sunday nights used to be the best night of the week, IF you had HBO. The Soprano's, the Wire, Rome, Deadwood, Curb Your Enthusiasm....it was a blockbuster event back in the day. Now? Not so much. It's dump the trash night, put the midget to bed, a long work out, put the wife to bed, ice the legs down, and sit around bored for 2 hours dreading the alarm clock the next day.
used to love those sunday nights--played sorry with my kid and had some really good, quality time--next best thing was monday night football--some burgers on the grill, sit on the floor and watch the game--times change and now my kid has this blog----pop
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