As usual practice during my birthday, I woke up early to attend the first mass of the day. This meant that I wasn’t able to accompany my father to the market, but he had the baby’s minder to help him, so it was okay. Got to church right in the middle of the morning novena, so I just stayed around until it finished and segued to the mass itself.
And wouldn’t you know it, the priest officiating the mass was the long-winded fellow whose sermons usually turned normally 1-hour affairs into two hour marathons. Guess what happened next? The mass, which I remembered in the past to barely last thirty minutes (as it’s the first one in the day), lasted an hour and forty-five minutes. Cripes.
Anyway, it was back home after that, at which I just putzed in front of my PC while the rest finished the preparations for lunch, which my uncle (who’s a chef on the ships he’s usually on) overseeing the cooking of most of the food itself. And there was a lot of it — pork skewers and valenciana aside, there was also roasted bangus, and lots and lots of fried lumpia.
Then of course I was asked to make a run to the pancit malabon place in our neighborhood to buy a bilao. As I knew we’d have a lot of food already, I just took the smallest one (enough for five people), and still figured that it’d be too much.
When lunch finally came, we called in our neighbor — well technically she should be family now, seeing how she married one of my distant cousins — and her husband, took a picture of the spread, then sat down to eat. We were a bit lucky that the baby was still asleep, so my sister and the caretaker were able to eat with us. As expected, that was a heck of a lot of food, and even with seven people there was still quite a bit left over (I expect it to last us at least a day and a half more). And when I went back up to check on my edits on the PC, I found that my nephew had woken up, so I brought him downstairs to share with the rest of us.
The rest of the day passed rather leisurely after that, which everyone just hanging around the living room with the baby, with mom on Skype watching us. Eventually my sister’s husband arrived, and took the bike with him, which meant that my sister, the baby, and his caretaker went home too.
As for me? I took a nap during the late afternoon (and the fact it started to become gloomy mid-afternoon, and actually started raining to boot), because why not? It’s my birthday, and I’ll veg if I want to.