“Weekends don’t count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless” – Bill Watterson
Sundays are a bag of mixed emotions for me. It’s a combination of sorrow that the weekend has flown by, paired with the nagging of this weeks upcoming responsibilities. Typically in my life, Sundays were intended for relaxation and reflection. What better way to kick back, refuel, and rejoin society than brunch? This Minneapolis Sunday was a startling 85 and sunny in mid October, quite possibly the last warm day we’ll enjoy this calendar year. Although separating from my bed is always more difficult than I’d like to admit, nothing was going to stop myself from enjoying this weather.
Another brunch perk is the very necessary run-through of our weekend’s triumphs and mishaps. One characteristic of hectic college life is the lack of lingering conversation about the weekends activities, which is definitely either a blessing or a curse, depending on how you spent your time. Weekend memories are seemingly fleeting without people to to recap them with. So next Sunday, round up the troops and splurge on some over-priced caffeine in the name of stabilizing memories.