I wish it was Sunday, ‘cuz now that’s my funday.

Until yesterday, if someone were to ask me my least favorite day of the week, I’d have to say Sunday. I think it goes back to my strictly-enforced-Catholic youth when I had to get up early, zip into stiff, scratchy dresses and go to church -– without breakfast. The only thing that stopped me from gouging out my eyes with the white plastic crucifix dangling from my shiny pink rosary was the fact that I could count on doughnuts and juice in the church hall once the service was over.

Decades after prying myself from the church-on-Sunday-or-rot-in-hell guilt trip, years after trading high-necked lace dresses for yoga pants and sweatshirts, a generation beyond believing that wine is the blood of Christ (think about it … the blood of Christ would taste like heaven, right? Church wine tastes like crap), I still look at the calendar every week and groan when I see Sunday.

But yesterday my friends Amanda and Michelle introduced me to a new ritual that changed my attitude toward Sundays in a way not even the freshest post-mass maple bar could.

All-day Happy Hour at ZOLA … it’s a whole new Holy Trinity -– cheap food, drinks and tunes!!!

• $5 tapas! (A sinful grilled gouda and bacon with tomato bisque? Hell, yes!)
• $1 domestic bottles (even PBR tastes better than church wine) and $3 well drinks!
• And because no Sunday worship service is complete without song … live music!

Praise be to God.

You’ll find ZOLA downtown, at 22 W. Main