On our way home from Jaimeson's house this past Sunday, Kate, Natalie, and myself went to Chip's in Oak Lawn.
For as long as I can remember, Sundays have, for the most part, always been the same. We would wake up, have breakfast with the family, and go to church. After church, we would choose from a short list of Sunday usuals for lunch, kill some time in the area of the restaurant after lunch until Mom went to work, drive home, and then sit around (or more often, lay around) for an hour until Elation. Elation would end around eight, then we would eat some fast food, go home and do homework that wasn't done the rest of the weekend, and then go to bed.
It was always like this.
Chips is on the short list of Sunday usuals. Going there fulfilled the part of me that seeks normallicy. It felt really good.
Now if only we would of had time to go to Crate and Barrell. Or the Apple store.
11.08.2006
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