Sunday Funday defined, according to urbandictionary.com:
Yesterday, the party pants were on, indeed.
The green party pants.
I showed up on my friend Meghan’s doorstep at 10:30 sharp to get the party started. Laura, Meghan, Autumn, and I had front row balcony seats to see Hairspray at the Sandler Center for the Performing Arts. Best Sunday ever, right?
Good morning, bloody marys. Good morning, mimosas.
The show was great, the drinks were delicious, our lunch was fantastic (note to self: must buy truffle oil), and the time with my long lost girlfriends was wonderful.
(I actually only have blonde friends. And yes, we really are that put together.)
After the show, Laura and I kept the funday train going with a Shore Drive cookout. Chloe and I had a blasty blast.
And then I took my alien friend home and went to bed. Top notch Sunday Funday.