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The Perfect Day
Doesn’t happen often…but when it does happen, you know it. It is one of those days that you won’t change a single thing about. I can’t recall the last time I had a perfect day…those days are just too few and far behind. Yesterday, though, I had one of them. I had the Perfect Day.
The thing about Perfect Days—on the surface level, it can be really ordinary. You’d think that the Perfect Day would happen while you’re on a vacation, lying on a beach with an ice cold beer in your hand. But then something irritating happens—a rude waiter, a misunderstanding with the girlfriend. The result? A good day, maybe even a great day. But not the Perfect Day.
The Perfect Day is when everything clicks on all cylinders…even if you’re not doing anything extra-ordinary. Waking up with a hug and a kiss, boxing lessons for me, tennis lessons for Piglet, meeting up for a mismatched lunch of canned corned beef, chicken liver adobo and calamares, a trip to the mall to have Piglet’s passport picture taken, an average meal at an eat-all-you-can-merienda-buffet, sheer delight and surprise that Piglet’s passport pictures turned out great despite her fears, a cab ride back to Makati to watch a free movie courtesy of Piglet’s Citibank credit card, a really funny movie (The Ugly Truth) that had us laughing from beginning to end, and last but not the least, ending the day with Sangrias, Margaritas, Cosmopolitans and Dry Martinis at a homey tapas bar right across the street from where I live while dining on sumptuous gambas in crab fat sauce, salpicao, hummus and garlic mushrooms.
I don’t know when I’ll have the perfect day again. Piglet and I tried to make it two for two and have another perfect day today. Unfortunately, we both had a good day, but it was nowhere near perfect. It doesn’t matter. The memory of that Saturday will surely last a lifetime—or at least until the next Perfect Day. |