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I just had lunch at a local Mexican food restaurant. I'm alone today so I sat at the bar. I was the only one sitting at the bar, the place wasn't so busy for a Sunday especially an Easter Sunday. I call over the bartender and ask her her name she says Mandy, I say Hi I'm Tomas. Then she quips with, What are you doing here? I say What? You make me sound like some lonely dude that has nothing to do! She comes back with, No,no, I meant Easter, Easter plans, you don't have any? I replied no, all my family is back in Texas. Then I had to stop and think, when did the holidays become just regular days for me? Because to me its just another day. I guess the answer to my own question is these special days turned to regular days when I was ten years old. That was the year I lost my father. After that the days became, well days. I forget that there is supposed to be some sort of excitement in the air on days like these. I got a little pissed off ate a quarter of my food and asked for a to go box. Fuck it.
Usually on holidays I'm either hung over or drinking. I think I'll start drinking now.