December 23rd and copious amounts of alcohol later...
And my liver has just been warned that the 24th and 25th will be days of complete debauchery still...
Oh...and I forgot..."December 23rd and copious amounts of alcohol later and the latest ep of Prison Break..." there we go...better...
Walking to the Cab tonight, I was thinking how strange a Christmas this is. After all the Christmases of days gone by, starting from my first Christmas here in London. What drama was that? December 2005...I had an agreement with my mum and family that I would spend Christmas in London and summer back in the Philippines. Then I discover that, a few days before Christmas, mum had been rushed to hospital and she didn't want to let me know. My cousin slipped and I was on the first plane back home...fuck cost and all. So, that was Christmas fresh out of hospital with mum, but it was good.
The Christmas '06 was as normal as it can get. Me back home without mum getting rushed to hospital.
Christmas '07 was a different story. I decide to go to Toronto with cousins and on Christmas Eve, whilst imbibing stellar vodka at the Four Seasons in Toronto I find out that mum has been rushed to hospital yet again. In stable condition though, so I continue my festive revelry with the gnawing feeling that, what if? If I'm nowhere in her sights on Christmas, she gets ill.
This year we test it. So far, so good.
So. Weird Christmas and all. I've "adopted" a wee family for the day and it will be fantastic. I've ordered by Christmas meals and it's been delivered and is now sitting in my fridge, along with a whole lot of booze that will test my liver and the rest of my guests. Just hoping we don't blast each other with the Christmas crackers that I got.
*Prison Break is getting really tiresome, if they end up in jail yet again, I swear...the producers must be thinking...we shoulda named this thing something else*
Either way...a proper Christmas greeting will follow...Either way...I is drunk...and I is outta here.
Oh...and I forgot..."December 23rd and copious amounts of alcohol later and the latest ep of Prison Break..." there we go...better...
Walking to the Cab tonight, I was thinking how strange a Christmas this is. After all the Christmases of days gone by, starting from my first Christmas here in London. What drama was that? December 2005...I had an agreement with my mum and family that I would spend Christmas in London and summer back in the Philippines. Then I discover that, a few days before Christmas, mum had been rushed to hospital and she didn't want to let me know. My cousin slipped and I was on the first plane back home...fuck cost and all. So, that was Christmas fresh out of hospital with mum, but it was good.
The Christmas '06 was as normal as it can get. Me back home without mum getting rushed to hospital.
Christmas '07 was a different story. I decide to go to Toronto with cousins and on Christmas Eve, whilst imbibing stellar vodka at the Four Seasons in Toronto I find out that mum has been rushed to hospital yet again. In stable condition though, so I continue my festive revelry with the gnawing feeling that, what if? If I'm nowhere in her sights on Christmas, she gets ill.
This year we test it. So far, so good.
So. Weird Christmas and all. I've "adopted" a wee family for the day and it will be fantastic. I've ordered by Christmas meals and it's been delivered and is now sitting in my fridge, along with a whole lot of booze that will test my liver and the rest of my guests. Just hoping we don't blast each other with the Christmas crackers that I got.
*Prison Break is getting really tiresome, if they end up in jail yet again, I swear...the producers must be thinking...we shoulda named this thing something else*
Either way...a proper Christmas greeting will follow...Either way...I is drunk...and I is outta here.