This year was supposed to be different. New church. New friends. New routine. For the first time in 14 years, I didn't spend xmas eve caroling. For the first time in 14 years, I didn't countdown to the crossover at some youth's house and erupt in a charismatic rendition of 'Samathana Prabhu' coupled with some really unjack dance steps. It wasn't such a big deal to be the first to wish everyone at the stroke of midnight anymore. Maybe it's me growing up. Or maybe just a welcomed change.
But it was still very much like previous Christmases in so many ways. I still got up for service as groggy as ever (the dreaded effects of too much Bombay Sapphire, no doubt). I still went for service with the family (minus the brother, as usual). I still had very beautiful people to snap pics with after service. I still experienced a family fiasco that threatened to ruin Christmas. I still (over)ate the usual Indian food (2 lunches & 3 dinners of roughly the same thing).
For some reason. I liked this year better than the rest. I think it was because of the refreshing change in setting. Change is always good.
And so this is how Christmas went:
Bombay Sapphire and Anchor Beer concoction. Pissing in the open. Cabbing home at 6am. Not remembering waking up half an hour later. Sleeping in the toilet. Getting ready in 7 minutes. 2 services. Being greeted with fake smiles. Greeting the fakers with fake smiles. O Holy Night. The First Noel - Pachelbel's Canon in D postlude. Presents. Sakuntala's. Family fiasco. 10-course lunch. Dozing off at the wheel on the expressway 3 times. Talking to myself to keep myself awake. Dead rat. Family dinner. Very crowded house at Teban. Only 2 sips of wine. Presents. Whiskey glass :D. Pink cap. Sick talk of sanitation methods. Blabbering on the couch. Finding myself in the guest room the next morning.
Merry Xmas, y'all!
But it was still very much like previous Christmases in so many ways. I still got up for service as groggy as ever (the dreaded effects of too much Bombay Sapphire, no doubt). I still went for service with the family (minus the brother, as usual). I still had very beautiful people to snap pics with after service. I still experienced a family fiasco that threatened to ruin Christmas. I still (over)ate the usual Indian food (2 lunches & 3 dinners of roughly the same thing).
For some reason. I liked this year better than the rest. I think it was because of the refreshing change in setting. Change is always good.
And so this is how Christmas went:
Bombay Sapphire and Anchor Beer concoction. Pissing in the open. Cabbing home at 6am. Not remembering waking up half an hour later. Sleeping in the toilet. Getting ready in 7 minutes. 2 services. Being greeted with fake smiles. Greeting the fakers with fake smiles. O Holy Night. The First Noel - Pachelbel's Canon in D postlude. Presents. Sakuntala's. Family fiasco. 10-course lunch. Dozing off at the wheel on the expressway 3 times. Talking to myself to keep myself awake. Dead rat. Family dinner. Very crowded house at Teban. Only 2 sips of wine. Presents. Whiskey glass :D. Pink cap. Sick talk of sanitation methods. Blabbering on the couch. Finding myself in the guest room the next morning.
Merry Xmas, y'all!
