The bad part is that it marks the end of the weekend, and the return to work and class.
But Sunday has a lot of good parts too. You get to sleep in, and then you wake up wherever you ended up the night before. Then you and your friends go to a diner for breakfast looking very disheveled and most likely not smelling all that great, wearing the same clothes you wore out saturday night. You order something delicious at the diner and recap the ridiculous things that happened the night before. (Expect a full post about breakfast at diners soon, as it might be my favorite thing ever.) After the diner you go home and digest for a while and try to piece your life back together a little before the long run. With any luck the trails are dry and the sun is shining, as you run farther than most people can fathom. You get back to your house tired, dirty, smelling even worse than before, but satisfied and happy in a sort of semi-comatose way. After a good sunday like that you might just have the strength and patience to make it through another week without losing your whole entire mind.
Tully Diner is a slice of heaven on earth. In fact it is the whole damn pie of heaven on earth. The hungry man is the sexiest thing I have ever feasted my eyes on.
ReplyDeleteI am upset that I did not get to enjoy my breakfast to the fullest. Although I loved both of your company.
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