Saturday’s Screw and Sunday’s Chew

Published April 3, 2007

By Julie Bilodeau

Sunday mornings are divine for relaxation and reflection. You can spend the majority of your Sunday morning falling in and out of sleep, glancing at your watch merely for the reminder that the time is yours and yours alone.

However, a successful Saturday night (when you attain the much anticipated and gossip-worthy college climax: the random hook up) can come at the cost of your luxuriously lazy Sunday morning.

As with most things in life, the acclaimed Saturday night hook up and consequent awkward Sunday morning wake up, recall the dreary life lesson, “You win some you lose some.”

As we sloppily swish saliva, Pabst Blue Ribs in hand, we rarely stop and think, “Is this going to be fun tomorrow morning?”

There is no single answer for everyone, but with the right morning-after recipe, you can send the message you desire, and preserve the sanctity of your Sunday:

“Sex and Checks”

The hook up partner who leaves with a brisk “see ya” upon waking up. This situation can haunt your conscience as you roll over to find only fresh drool stains where you expected a warm body.

The lingering fear that you can’t remember much of anything from last night, combined with the prospect of making conversation with this person come Monday is often massive enough to ruin your Sunday morning altogether.

But before you decide to cut out your partying nonsense for good and get some work done, remember this simple solution:

As your playmate reaches for his/her shoes, offer to mix up some Folgers instant and hand over one of your Kashi breakfast bars. This will deter awkward conversation as you show him/her the door.

This quick-fix breakfast shows you’ve got class, yet gives you the freedom to cut things off quickly before provoking any falsified notions that you may have “feelings” for each other.

You’ll be surprised by how well shitty coffee speaks to your character during the group debriefing session with your partner and his/her equally attractive friends: “Carl/a even made me coffee.”

“Feelings Matched for No Strings Attached”

Then there’s the slow to get up, half-ass morning cuddle, hinting at a possible furthered interest in one another as you think, “He/she’s cute, there could’ve been something about their personality I liked.”

You’re not comfortable enough to roll around until eleven, but there appears to be no rush from either party to peace out. A whispered “are you hungry?” can serve as a much needed distraction after the more-awkward-than-peaceful silence is interrupted by a growling stomach.

You are in a position to impress: French pressed coffee and eggs in a basket. It only takes a few minutes to prepare and the ingredients are cheap, but the preparation is creative. The whole ensemble, pegs you as “relaxed, sensitive, and still enjoying my Sunday.”

“I’m Falling for You, Breakfast Party of Two”

You can never predict this one, but eventually each of us will experience the ultimate triumph over the “disappointing” random hook up.

The night and morning hours melted into laughter, story-telling, sweating, and questioning. Within these ten-some hours of knowing each other, you have unlocked childhood nightmares, first kisses and even made plans to travel to Alaska together come May.

Late in the morning, there comes a time when it is necessary to surrender your sensual love nest of tangled sheets and torn off articles of clothing to readjust back to reality.

Because you are confident in your endless ability to converse with this person- why not make this Sunday morning a public one? Re-dress, even offer to loan your guest a favorite hoodie, before moseying downtown to Mirabelle’s. Share a three egg omelet, toast and fruit. The elegant, sensuous spread will reflect the tenderness of your blossoming relationship.

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