It’s 7:15am and the sound of clanking beer bottles rattles me awake. Living at the base of Runyan Canyon, I had become used to the sound of homeless people rummaging around in our bins. What I hadn’t become used to was the fact that they did this at 7 in the bloody morning. SUNDAY MORNING.
As a single woman living in La La Land, Sundays seemed to have this natural layer of malaise built in. They had become a day of annoying reflection. Of waking up wondering why I ordered that last dirty martini. Or gave my number to a lopsided Australian with an odd attachment to his cats. Or more importantly why I cared more today than any other day that I didn’t want to call him back.
Was it because the weekend was almost over? Or because the only thing I had in my refrigerator was a ripe tomato and a tub of I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter. Or maybe it was simply because it was seven in the bloody morning!
And so I decided to make the most of my day (translation: happy hour at The Lobster in Santa Monica). Because the best way to cure the Sunday Blues is a glass of rose overlooking the water. A gathering of friends on the balcony. And a splash of the unexpected, which on this particular Sunday involved a nicely proportioned Englishman who bought me a cocktail and reminded me why I love single Sundays. Because you never know where your day will end up!
3.25.2008
Sunday Bloody Sunday
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I love Sundays, especially mid afternoon! Sunday morning should only be enjoyed if it's attached to Saturday evening.
As for well proportioned Englishmen, amen sister!
Sunday brunches overlooking the Pacific blue with the sexy Brit accent adding to the ambiance? Wow. I'm on my way to the Lobster now!
There is nothing better than a mimosa or bloody mary to bring on a sunday morning. Especially when you mix it with an egg scramble and a bloak with an accent!
Sunday is too stinkin' close to Monday. The only way to spend a Sunday is in bed.
I want to live where you live. Sundays here are the same as any other day of the week--dark and wet. And the men have accents because they're missing teeth. Nah, just teasing about the teeth. But I'd love to spend a sunny Sunday in LA. Does the Brit have any single brothers? Do you have any single brothers?!
I'll take a Bloody Mary and a Brit, a Scot, or an Irish bloke on any given Sunday...
Where's the bleedin' bloody mary recipe? I need a stiff one.
I love bloody Sundays but I do like to start them early , with a nice breakfast , a good bellini good friends and if a good man comes along all the better maybe it will go on til monday ! Bloody Sundays are like that sometimes .
You said it- Nothing like the rosé-tinted lenses to clear away the sunday single blues!!
What's wrong with being attached to your cats? I would LOVE a man who doesnt cringe at felines!!
I also live in LA and I must say the homeless is such a problem here...although they are also the only men who pay attention to me...
SERIOULSY Glenda!!!! If it wasn't for crazy and homeless people in LA my self-esteem would be in teh shitter!!!
I always feel like a kid on sunday nights, filled with anxiety and sadness that the weekend is over and I havent done any of my homework...now instead of homework its house chores and laundry that I have ignored...and I always hate myself for it...maybe I should just get a housekeeper?
PS - Any other suggestions where to meet dudes other than teh Lobster
Sunday is for football. Women never get that.
I absolutely adore Sundays! Especially my single Sundays...means that I can lounge around in bed for a while...then go outside to the backyard and lounge there for a while. Watch a little HGTV...skip breakfast and have a really great lunch. Catch a movie...read a page or two from a really great book. Wind down the day with a nice glass of merlot or a pinot... If it weren't for my Single Sundays...I'd be stuck watching football with some idiot! Not you Josh...LOL
LadyDi says:
This is great. I love your blog! So sweet and fun and funny!
The best thing about living in LA and being from Boston is that you can go to your local "Boston" bar, watch the Pats (which usually start at 10:00 am on the west coast) and not feel guilty about ordering a pitcer of Stella Artois with your friends and bein' shitfaced by noon! Wow, I looove Sundays in LA during football season!!!
PS. Josh...I am a woman, and I "get it." Sunday IS for football....you don't need to be a dude to get it ; )
getting it on a Sunday sounds good to me!
When I was single I wished for Married Sundays. Now that I'm married and sometimes overdose on too much of a good thing, I really relish an occasional Single Sunday, where I go out to Whisper Lounge or Red Peal Kitchen with my favorite cadre of women writers and get to be all girly again.
I've got the best of both worlds, really, mostly because my Canadian hubby never makes me a football widow. Hockey widow on the other hand...
XO, Jane Err
Ahhh the freedom of a lazy buzzy Sunday!! I hear tales from my friends that have gone to the other side (married w/ kids) that they just don't exsist.
Nothing cures the Sunday blues like spending the afternoon sipping some vino at the Lobster overlooking the water with your friends. THE best way to end the weekend!
Sundays I fancy a bottle or two of wine with my lady friends although the addition of a hot brit would be welcomed.
Let's extend the weekend... just a few more Sundays a week would do a person good. As long as they don't include a hangover.
Thursday nights aren't so bad, if there had to be a weekday. A couple glasses of wine and Lost isn't so lost on me. When is the funny sitcom line-up coming back? I miss the Office!
Sundays in Santa Monica is the only way to live in LA. Everyone still has enough alcohol in their system to lower inhibitions and talk to complete (hot) strangers. Cheers to mimosa and patio bars.
You LA girls.
Godiva, you asked if there were any other good places to meet guys. I'd have to say the LA to NY flight on Virgin America. They have lounge lighting, chat services, and a touch screen to order drinks. It definitely sets the mood. And I have to say, there's just something about east coast men that you can't replicate here. Although we do have a lot of Brits to make up for it!
Greta, I heart Thursdays, even though I tend to drink too much on Thursdays. It's just so close to the weekend I can taste it. Or drink it. Either way, I dig them! Friday mornings, not so much.
Sundays are best spent in bed.
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