subject: Sunday; The Day Of Rest? [print this page] Ah! The Sunday SeshionAh! The Sunday Seshion. There is nothing quite like it. A great opportunity to catch up with friends; to download stories from the weekend just been so, who did you meet? What did he say? Was he totally hot? OMG Is that him?
And, if the weekend hasnt been too nice to you and you didnt catch that fish, it is an opportunity to throw the line in again. Lets face it; the people around you are in the same situation arent they?
Looking around, in one corner are the die-hards who are still kicking on and you may even remember them from Friday night, but you would never go there! Sunglasses, nervous twitches and sideways glances - there is a slim chance that they have showered, and can let alone speak by this stage.
There are the workers. The gentlemen who had something better to do on the previous evenings (possibly in a box at the football?) and have Sunday afternoon up their sleeves to have a few cold beers (and check you out!).
And then, dotted around the place, you will see a look of quiet desperation from many. She never called back, why didnt he text me, was I really that drunk?
These are the people who deserve the drink that is in their hand. The people who went in to battle that weekend with a brave face; who tried and tried again and all of a sudden, Monday morning is looming in the foreground and they are no better off than that previous Thursday little lunch.
On a Sunday, I am one of these single women, sometimes in category b or c (occasionally a). Bring me a beer, a wine or anything fizzy and Sunday is the day I love most.
But come Monday, my day job sees the complete opposite. There are no try hards in my Monday to Friday. No arseholes, no lonely faces and no tears of regret. During the week, it is my job to celebrate love, togetherness, one-ness and warmth.
Allow me to introduce myself, I am Michellbrant; one of Australias youngest Celebrants. Ironically I am also the only single Celebrant in the WORLD (I have no proof of this but Im pretty sure its the case).
I will save my stories of rejection for future blogs, but for now, rest assured that if is Sunday and you cant wait to frock up one last time this weekend, the man you could meet tonight may be the reason we eventually meet in person. I may be a single Celebrant, but I know love when I see it and a lot of the time it starts with a Hi, can I buy you a drink on a Sunday afternoon.
