Sunday bbq's



When I was younger and living in Brooklyn, my Sundays were marked by deep day long anxieties that came from knowing that I was one day away from starting a new school week. But there was one thing I looked forward to--our Sunday night bbq's. While they marked the end of the weekend, they also gave one last hope of enjoyment right before late night homework (the only homework i would complete) and the 7 hours of sleep that I wouldn't feel passing anyway and so didn't count as time that stood between me and Monday morning. They were last piece of happiness before freedom would be devoured by short teachers with bad breath and a lot to yell about.

While I no longer wake up to teachers who scare me and ask me for my failure homework and I love going to work, I think my mind is used to hating the last day of the weekend and keeps waiting and waiting for that Sunday bbq. So what can I do? I need something like a sunday night family bbq to make my brain feel at ease.

What will it be? Maybe shining my shoes. Or sitting under the sky. Or, um, going for shisha?