I love how everything fell into place, though with much internal emotional panic and frustration, this Christmas. I honestly thought this year’s was going to blow but all in all, my small and quiet and exceptionally drunk Christmas week wasn’t so bad. Three years running now, my Christmas eves have been comedic. In 2006, it was just Allah and me in a messy three-bedroom apartment with too much food for two people. We fell asleep after an early dinner and woke up a little past midnight to open gifts, realized we were too tired to resume our drinking, and went back to sleep (in our living room, by the way).
2007’s was spent driving around the city aimlessly for an hour with the lover, looking for an open restaurant or bar. We finally gave up, went to a gas station convenience store along Katipunan, got ourselves a bag of potato chips, some siomai, a Jamaican patty, and a pack of dried squid. That, folks, was our ghetto noche buena. But it was wonderful ♥.
This year, I saw myself walking around my neighborhood in bunny ears with two crazy friends, battling a crowd of churchgoers. All Mini Stop could offer us was cheap vodka and cheap rum but I ended up getting drunk on Christmas beer (Red Horse and Heineken). Allah fell asleep on us and when Drew and I were sufficiently intoxicated, we popped in a bad Tagalog movie and giggled our way through Christmas.
So! Happy holidays, people :) Time to look for the best diet pill to make up for the ten pounds we all gained.