Tuesday, August 18, 2009

A Random Friday Night

I don't know why I keep thinking of this night. It must have been 1989 or thereabouts. We lived in a really small, really cozy town home - the 4 of us. It was my favourite home growing up. That says a lot because we lived in at least 5 that I remember. I think I liked this home so much because it was a time in my life when all I needed to feel extremely happy was to be the way we were that Friday night. The night I can't get out of my head.
My dad was working till 8 pm and my mom, my brother and I did not go for prayers that evening. Instead, I needed a haircut. My bangs weren't spiky enough and the crazy amount of hairspray I was applying was only weighing my hair down. Yeah, it was definitely the 80's. After the haircut, we went back home and to my brother and my enormous delight, mom said we could order pizza! It was a Friday, I just got my hair cut AND we could order pizza?! Do you see what I mean? Simple pleasures, right? Remember when it was that easy to be so excited about something that you jump up and down? And that's what my brother and I did. We jumped up and down.
Then came the nerve wracking part. I was in charge of ordering the pizza. After writing down the order and then rehearsing, I went upstairs to my parents' bedroom and made the call from their extension. I didn't want an audience.
Shortly after the successfully placed phone order to Panagopoulos (before the name switch to Panago, obviously), my dad came home from work! Another reason for my brother and I to jump up and down! And that's what we did.
And then....oh, I can still smell it now. "Pizza's here!" As the warm waft entered and filled our little living room, we settled in with plates and napkins in front of the TV and our night was complete.
My brother and I even have a secret word for that feeling that we have shared and explained to our significant others. It's nice to remember where the word originated - the security, comfort and happiness that we encompassed into our childhood vocabulary.
I wouldn't trade these memories for the world..

1 comment:

  1. i love it - the secret word! maybe one day you'll tell me? ;-)

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