Mine went unexpectedly well. I had no plans, really. Christmas, for me, started off with attending a friend’s Christmas party which was advertised to start at 11:59pm on December 24th 2010. I had an issue with the time. I would have preferred it to start at about 8 PM, or 10 PM at its latest, so I could stroll in at midnight. But if it was starting at midnight, what time was I supposed to get there? I convinced Funmie to come with me. I went to meet her at her house, and before I knew it, I slept off on the couch. The pendulum swung, and it was now Funmie begging me to wake up and get dressed. If Funmie was not there, I would have slept till today.
We got to the party at 1:00 AM. It was nice. Very hot and crowded, but nice still. I got to do the butterfly dance (remember that?). I love doing that a lot when I hear some old sounds. By 4:30 AM, I was back home. I had to go to church on Christmas Day! My church starts at 11:00 AM, but it was about 11:30 AM when I was driving out of my street. I’ve been a naughty girl, I know. I was almost half-way in church when I turned around and went back home — for no apparent reason. I just did not feel like going. I was not tired or sleepy. I just felt the need urge to go back home.
Back at home, I decided it was time to finally fry my chicken drumsticks. I spiced them up since Thursday and left them to marinade. Everyone was anxious to eat them. My mom was becoming inexplicably violent toward me and suspiciously caring about the well-being of the chicken.
So, as you can see, this isn’t the healthiest food. Don’t eat this if you’re trying to lose weight. Or stay healthy. Or avoid a rapid increase in your bad cholesterol level. Or avoid a heart attack. Or avoid stupor by chicken gluttony. On that note, I should probably not have fried or eaten this chicken, but in my defense, I have not fried chicken all through 2010.
My aunt, S.O cooked some fried rice the day before Christmas, but she left it in the oven – for reasons known to her alone. When I came to the kitchen this morning, I could already smell something. By afternoon, my grandma, mom, and I were convinced it was the rice. My other aunt, C.O, however thought otherwise. She was sure that it was the “toilet” she went to upstairs that somehow diffused into the kitchen downstairs. And do you know she ate that spoiled fried rice? All the while, she kept saying, “See? I told you it’s the toilet I went to that is smelling.” Ehm…how long does toilet smell for? And since when did toilet start smelling like rotten fried rice?
My mom, on the other hand, brought home a foil tray of chin-chin on Wednesday, December 22nd 2010 (which she ordered from a caterer) and locked it up in the car, saying no one was allowed to eat the Christmas chin-chin till Christmas Day. I think she slept with her keys in the pocket of her pajamas. I mean, seriously??? And my dad travelled to our hometown for Christmas. I spoke to him on the phone today and he said it was boring because not a lot of people came home for Christmas. No loud music. No masquerades entertaining people. No usual festivities. But he had the reason all figured out: everyone, including the masquerades, are afraid of being kidnapped! Yes, my family is special. I know.
It’s now 5:00 PM, and I think it’s safe to say that every interesting thing that would happen today has already happened. I have gone to church attempted to go to church and come home. I have fried and eaten chicken. I have drunk cranberry-flavored Sierra Mist. I have flossed the stubborn meat out of the crevices of my teeth. I have even finally eaten some chin-chin. What else is there to do on Christmas Day? Next, I’ll work on the promo video for Show Me Your Love 2011, after which I will take a nap.
Merry Christmas, everyone! Let’s not forget the reason for the season: Jesus Christ. Cliché, I know, but the truth nonetheless, no?
P.S. I fear for the fate of my fried chicken when I wake up. There may not be any left. I live with carnivores. Pray for my fried chickens, brethren.