Spend New Years in PI D=. Set off fireworks in the street. Set off ‘the cannon’. Bring out the sound system, not that we’d hear it over the drunk singing, the kids playing, the karaoke, and the fireworks. The smell of cigarettes, gunpowder and food in the air. I’d set off a few sparklers too. Run around and watch the sparks follow me down the street. I’d look over to my cousins around me and we’d run around the neighborhood. Then usually we’d visit grandma Pilar’s grave, say a prayer, and then run off again for more fun.
Then I’d probably be in our store watching the uncles smoke and play billiards. I’d beat one at a game some how because I’d get lucky. Either that or they let me win. They’re truly masters at the game. Not compared to grandpa though. Grandpa taught them how to play. Uncles may have mastered the game, but grandpa perfected it. Then I’d go into the other room of the store and pay for a few sodas and watch my older cousins set off big fireworks into the street. They aren’t like the fireworks at Disney Land. They’re more like fountains in the street. They’re not taller than the house, but still they look pretty big.
That’s just outside. Inside the actual house there’d be just the smell of food. You’d walk into a room and a new aroma caressed your nostrils. In the bedrooms there’d be a few children sleeping because they didn’t have the energy to stay up till midnight. Aunties and cousins put them to bed. In the living room there’d be people huddled around the TV watching whatever would be on at that moment. It didn’t matter what it was, as long as they were watching it together it’d be good. In the kitchen aunt’s and my mom would be cooking non-stop until the clock strikes midnight. When it did hit midnight they’d bring out the food on big platters, lay them on the table, take off their chinelas and just sit down and start gossiping again like they were in the kitchen.
There’s so much more. Now that I think about it, our house in the Philippines is big for it being in one of the poorest neighborhoods. Then again, money doesn’t matter, they’d get by no matter what. Salas (my mom’s maiden name) family members are survivors. That’s why there’s so many of them. NEXT YEAR!!! I’ll save up and take mom and sister. I’d take pops, but he doesn’t like PI -__-. He can just stay home and be lonely then. We’ll have all the fun =].
not spending New Years in the Philippines. That party…that’s a real party. Next year! Hopefully college and costs won’t get in the way. I miss everyone there D=. So many cousins, new family members, babies, nieces and nephews I have yet to meet.