My Sunday morning hangovers are usually broken up by a text.
"I'm gonna make some hash."
My roommate, Rose, is typically the person behind the late morning message. She drops it into a group chat with my other two roommates, Emi and Jillian, and our Sunday begins.
We go downstairs one by one when we find the strength to get out of bed. Rose grabs a can, maybe two, of corned beef hash. It's a mixture of chopped meat, potatoes and fried onions, but resembles dog food more than anything else. On a particularly bad morning, the look of it will make me gag.
With the hash on the stove and a meaty aroma filling the kitchen, someone will connect their phone to our old 2018 Alexa Echo Dot speaker, and our morning is set to the soundtrack of slow, folksy songs.
Jillian will often sit in front of the big windows in our apartment to feel the sun, either in a college saucer chair or right on the floor. Rose tends to the meal in the kitchen. Emi and I typically sit on the couch that's had too much love.
Eagles dominates the queue. "Tequila Sunrise" is followed by "Take It Easy" and then "Peaceful Easy Feeling," the latter of which is my favorite song of all time.
"'Cause I got a peaceful easy feeling / And I know you won't let me down / 'Cause I'm already standin' / on the ground."
From there, we venture into John Denver. "Annie's Song" is our favorite. In late September, we drove through West Virginia on our way to Ohio in my red Toyota Prius. It's a trip we refer to lovingly as "sweat weekend," named after Charli XCX and Troye Sivan's "Sweat Tour," and the reason we went. The leaves were orange and yellow while winding through the mountains.
