Sundays and stuff

It's a day when you can totally act carefree.

It's when you can start your day with a good friend you haven't seen in a long time, eat waffles and drink vodka slush at 1am and talk about all the stuff that's going on and update each other and promise to not talk about some things until you see each other again at the last quarter of the year.

It's when you go home at 3am and chance upon your grandmother still up and in the kitchen. So you sit yourself down, have glasses of vodka + apple ale, gin + lemon ale, and talk about how your sister should decide for herself and draw up plans for remodeling the second floor of your home, and actually draw stuff while on the kitchen table. All these with your grandmother.

It's a day when you can wake up at 10 in the morning and get your fix of the Starbucks house blend right at your home. You eat your breakfast while everyone in the household is lounging around the dining table, some making lunch, some eating, some trying to write stuff because there's a test in school tomorrow. And breakfast can actually be last night's leftovers, or your dad's store-bought puto which he dropped off at 8am while you were still sound asleep, or noodles, or leftover dessert from the holiday season.

It's when you catch up with all the episodes of all your favorite TV shows, or re-watch all the movies you've already watched and still laugh about it. Or cry about it. Your choice, really.

It's when everything that's in the kitchen and the cupboards and the refrigerator and the dining table are all edible and every single food item actually tastes good.

It's a day when you can make faces and play ball with your nephew, and have hearty laughs with your sister and your grandma over a joke that you remember, and plan next weekend's activities like dinner out and having the manghihilot come over because your right ankle hasn't healed from a month's old sprain.

Sundays are fun days.