Gorging on Pani-puri at the roadside chaatwaala.
Rasam sadam for lunch...practically everyday.
Having a very good net connection at home.
Not having to eat cereal for breakfast EVERY single day.
Thair sadam with puli-inji.
Shopping at Hy-Fashion. None of this stupid browsing in the mall. He shows you every single thing you ask for...and you pick. If you're me..you pick pretty quickly.
Getting a good pedicure. This is true bliss. The ultimate pleasure. I may have died and gone to heaven.
Friday, December 28, 2007
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Close encounters of the "woh" kind
Its been a busy week. I travelled a little bit to meet with friends and family. Its always lovely to meet people you've known forever, but haven't met for years. Its amazing how easily you can slip back into the old comfort zone. On the itinerary were bestest friend, school friend whom I email once a year, favorite uncle, recently married cousin, and once young cousins who are now alarmingly grown up.
In the course of random conversations, I was reminded of a story. Ancient history now. But still funny. Best friend brought it up of course. She always does if there is an audience to amuse. Back in the day when I was an eager beaver at Laxmanrao Apte Prashala (11th std.), we had to perform Physics practicals in groups of 3. The lab was this tiny, stuffy room that looked like it had been hit by an earthquake. The equipment definitely belonged to the days of the British Raj. (Unrelated aside: Apte Prashala did not have a restroom for women. Its un-freakin-believable, how we managed to never pee during college hours!)
I did the practicals with 2 guys whose surnames followed mine in the attendance sheet. Lets just call them AW and VV. Nice guys, the 2 of 'em. VV had the smelliest hair ever. I had to smell his hair because perforce we bent over the instruments during the course of our practicals, and I was taller than him. AW was OK, i.e his hair didn't stink. In those days, my Marathi was non-existent and his English wasn't upto speed either. But, on the whole, his English was way better than my Marathi..therefore we communicated in English.
We were performing the magnetometer practical. I was moving the magnet(I think it was the magnet!) and he was taking the reading. VV was just looking on. So, AW was instructing me on the position of the magnet and where I should move it.
AW: OK...almost there.
Me: OK. Where should I move it?
AW: Come closer
Me: What?
AW: Come closer
Me: OK. I Move the magnet closer to the centre and blush furiously. I was only 16 or 17. 17 year olds blush easy.
AW: OK...Closer
Me: See above
AW: Come closer
Me: Ditto above
AW: Closer, more closer
Me: Red as a tomato by now. VV looks on passively. He doesn't think its funny. I'm happy he doesn't get it. I hear my friends giggling at the next table.
AW: Thats it. We got it.
Me: Thankfully escape after jotting down readings.
Oustside the lab 3 unmercifully giggly, extremely silly girls were waiting for me.
Girl 1: Why are you so pink?
Me: It was hot in there.
Girl2: Hot...its December. We were wearing sweaters.
Me: Ya. But it gets hot during the practical with so many people in there.
Girl2: Hmmm. AW is cute no? What do you think?
Me: Errr...No.
Girl3: Then why did you blush when he asked you to come closer?
Everyone giggles except me. I turn redder, if thats possible.
Me: Shut up. He didn't mean it. He didn't know what it meant.
More giggles.
Girl1: Then why did you turn pink? You like him...right?
Me: NO!
More laughter.
Just imagine subtle variations in the above conversation...and thats what I went through for the next 2 weeks. Everytime AW said hello to me, it like he was serenading me. Not fun. I blushed and blushed until my cheeks were permanently pink whilst in class. Then, an exam came up. Everyone started to study. And everyone forgot. Except this friend of mine. Who keeps bringing it up every 3 years or so.
I thought I'd better pen it for posterity. So that people know before she can tell them. And I can e-blush without anyone ever knowing.
In the course of random conversations, I was reminded of a story. Ancient history now. But still funny. Best friend brought it up of course. She always does if there is an audience to amuse. Back in the day when I was an eager beaver at Laxmanrao Apte Prashala (11th std.), we had to perform Physics practicals in groups of 3. The lab was this tiny, stuffy room that looked like it had been hit by an earthquake. The equipment definitely belonged to the days of the British Raj. (Unrelated aside: Apte Prashala did not have a restroom for women. Its un-freakin-believable, how we managed to never pee during college hours!)
I did the practicals with 2 guys whose surnames followed mine in the attendance sheet. Lets just call them AW and VV. Nice guys, the 2 of 'em. VV had the smelliest hair ever. I had to smell his hair because perforce we bent over the instruments during the course of our practicals, and I was taller than him. AW was OK, i.e his hair didn't stink. In those days, my Marathi was non-existent and his English wasn't upto speed either. But, on the whole, his English was way better than my Marathi..therefore we communicated in English.
We were performing the magnetometer practical. I was moving the magnet(I think it was the magnet!) and he was taking the reading. VV was just looking on. So, AW was instructing me on the position of the magnet and where I should move it.
AW: OK...almost there.
Me: OK. Where should I move it?
AW: Come closer
Me: What?
AW: Come closer
Me: OK. I Move the magnet closer to the centre and blush furiously. I was only 16 or 17. 17 year olds blush easy.
AW: OK...Closer
Me: See above
AW: Come closer
Me: Ditto above
AW: Closer, more closer
Me: Red as a tomato by now. VV looks on passively. He doesn't think its funny. I'm happy he doesn't get it. I hear my friends giggling at the next table.
AW: Thats it. We got it.
Me: Thankfully escape after jotting down readings.
Oustside the lab 3 unmercifully giggly, extremely silly girls were waiting for me.
Girl 1: Why are you so pink?
Me: It was hot in there.
Girl2: Hot...its December. We were wearing sweaters.
Me: Ya. But it gets hot during the practical with so many people in there.
Girl2: Hmmm. AW is cute no? What do you think?
Me: Errr...No.
Girl3: Then why did you blush when he asked you to come closer?
Everyone giggles except me. I turn redder, if thats possible.
Me: Shut up. He didn't mean it. He didn't know what it meant.
More giggles.
Girl1: Then why did you turn pink? You like him...right?
Me: NO!
More laughter.
Just imagine subtle variations in the above conversation...and thats what I went through for the next 2 weeks. Everytime AW said hello to me, it like he was serenading me. Not fun. I blushed and blushed until my cheeks were permanently pink whilst in class. Then, an exam came up. Everyone started to study. And everyone forgot. Except this friend of mine. Who keeps bringing it up every 3 years or so.
I thought I'd better pen it for posterity. So that people know before she can tell them. And I can e-blush without anyone ever knowing.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Salsa on demand
For the loyal reader who requested a post.(You know who you are)
Lessons learnt in the last week:
1). Those Neeta Volvo dudes in Dadar are wolves. Absolute wolves. Wolves who don't even own a watch.
2). You need to shower atleast twice a day in Bombay. Even in December.
3). Its not enough to feel happy. You must show it. By smiling until your jaw hurts. Especially when you are being photographed.
4). Chatting until 4am is the most cathartic experience. Especially when you are chatting about nothing and everything. And the opposite party is actually listening to you talk.
5). Shiv Sagars are excellent restaurants the world over.
6). If you are tired enough you CAN actually sleep in a bus. (I have never been able to sleep in a bus until today. An epoch in my life. Or, I'm senesceing.)
7). Coffee from the vending machine is not that bad.
8). I am more addicted to coffee than I ever imagined.
9). If you don't want to cry tears of blood, avoid Ilaiyai, Iniya, Imsai Thalapathi Vijay's Azhagiya Tamizh Magan like the plague. Vijay should know that there is only one Thalaivar. And its not him.
10). This vacation is making me sappy. While what I really want be is "hap".(Its how the lukkha refers to hip.) Don't think its going to happen though. Oh, well. If not hap...I can atleast be hap-py.(There..that bad joke takes care of the kitsch factor for the day. As if writing about buses, sleeping habits, and showering habits isn't enough!)
Lessons learnt in the last week:
1). Those Neeta Volvo dudes in Dadar are wolves. Absolute wolves. Wolves who don't even own a watch.
2). You need to shower atleast twice a day in Bombay. Even in December.
3). Its not enough to feel happy. You must show it. By smiling until your jaw hurts. Especially when you are being photographed.
4). Chatting until 4am is the most cathartic experience. Especially when you are chatting about nothing and everything. And the opposite party is actually listening to you talk.
5). Shiv Sagars are excellent restaurants the world over.
6). If you are tired enough you CAN actually sleep in a bus. (I have never been able to sleep in a bus until today. An epoch in my life. Or, I'm senesceing.)
7). Coffee from the vending machine is not that bad.
8). I am more addicted to coffee than I ever imagined.
9). If you don't want to cry tears of blood, avoid Ilaiyai, Iniya, Imsai Thalapathi Vijay's Azhagiya Tamizh Magan like the plague. Vijay should know that there is only one Thalaivar. And its not him.
10). This vacation is making me sappy. While what I really want be is "hap".(Its how the lukkha refers to hip.) Don't think its going to happen though. Oh, well. If not hap...I can atleast be hap-py.(There..that bad joke takes care of the kitsch factor for the day. As if writing about buses, sleeping habits, and showering habits isn't enough!)
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Everything's changed!
1). Sunrise Cafe is no more. I almost cried. I loved their pineapple ripple ice-cream. So many pleasant memories are associated with that place. Sigh!
2). A five year old told me I needed to do my hair better.(Gulp!)
3). Said five year old also pointed out that I wasn't wearing bangles. (Bangles are the only jewelery I dislike profoundly.) I didn't even know what bangles were when I was five. Shouldn't they be seen and not heard, or some such thing?
4). Everyone on the streets looks about 10 years younger than me.(double sigh!)
5). There are so many new shops on Paud Road, I barely know it anymore. I'm just glad Durga and Ganesh Bhel are still around.
The only thing that has stayed the same is old friendships. Its like catching up right from where you left off. Like you've never been away. That makes everything worth it. Even growing old.
2). A five year old told me I needed to do my hair better.(Gulp!)
3). Said five year old also pointed out that I wasn't wearing bangles. (Bangles are the only jewelery I dislike profoundly.) I didn't even know what bangles were when I was five. Shouldn't they be seen and not heard, or some such thing?
4). Everyone on the streets looks about 10 years younger than me.(double sigh!)
5). There are so many new shops on Paud Road, I barely know it anymore. I'm just glad Durga and Ganesh Bhel are still around.
The only thing that has stayed the same is old friendships. Its like catching up right from where you left off. Like you've never been away. That makes everything worth it. Even growing old.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Why God is not great: A review
Its good to be home. The jet lag is gone. The paruppu usli has been had. Rendezvous with old friends set up. A much needed pedicure awaits. Its all good.
On the flight back home I started to read Christopher Hitchens' God is not great: How religion poisons everything. It was on my to-read list since it came out in May. Its a bit like reading a Michael Moore movie. A point is made. Its a good point. Its made in 11 different ways. And its rammed down your throat so hard your insides hurt. So, my beef with Michael Moore is that he corrupts the basic premise of some of his documentaries with unnecessary railing. And he takes refuge in sarcasm. Sarcasm is all very well, but I personally don't enjoy it in a serious argument.
So, Hitchens writes well. Some of the chapters are really illuminating. I especially enjoyed reading about the complicity of the church in shaping regional politics to their advantage in Nazi germany, in Mussolini's Italy and Stalin's Russia. The chapter on the effect of religion on health care was pretty good too. Its when he starts trying to dissect the Old and New Testaments and the Koran that I lost patience. A non-believer can find something laughable in every line of religious books. To find discrepancies in logic in these texts( No archaeologists ever found evidence of events in Exodus and suchlike) and be shocked at their blood-thirstyness is not new. Further, he spends a whole chapter explaining that Islam is a derivative of Christianity, and the Koran is essentially a plagiarism of Jewish and Christian texts. Again...well-known facts. Not worth an entire chapter.
An interesting chapter is the one asking the question whether religion makes people behave. Events in India and abroad have convinced me that the answer is a thumping no. He puts an interesting spin on things. While he seems to be a big fan of Martin Luther King, he makes the argument that he was a great humanist and leader inspite of being a pastor, rather than because of it. He even talks about MLK's unalloyed enjoyment of booze and women, and seems to rather relish the fact that he was morally "corrupt", but still stood on high ground due to his belief and work on behalf of civil liberty. I've always thought peoples' personal lives are just that. Personal. But I guess if you are a pastor you have a responsibility, no? I don't know much about MLK, so I won't speculate on this. Its an interesting paradox though.
He also chops Eastern religions to bits. Of course there is the usual 1 and a half page on the Rajneesh ashram in Pune. He doesn't seem to have anything much to say about Hinduism,(I'm guessing he doesn't know as much about it as he does the others), except to evince contempt for the sacred cow concept. And wrongly state that Krishna was born to a virgin named Devaka! He does spew vitriol against Buddhism. The chapter is titled "There is no Eastern solution." I guess he's trying to come full circle and make sure there are no loose ends. His reasearch leaves much to be desired. A shocking blooper is when he writes that the LTTE murdered an elected Indian President! How did that one slip through the editors?
Also, he seems to have the old Brit dislike for Gandhi. 2 pages are devoted to calling him obscurantist, and other names. And he thanks goodness we had Nehru to lead us! I don't think he has any insight into Indian politics or the struggle for independence at all. Its just unbelievably naive. Besides, the MLK of whom he purports to be such a big fan of, was an ardent follower of Gandhian principles.
On the whole I enjoyed the book. He makes several good points, not the least of which is that atheists should be free to think what they think, and not have to constantly defend their POV. That people have been abused in the name of religion. That religion has stood in the way of progress, and has been used effectively to frighten people into submission. Nothing that we didn't know. But lots of interesting history and facts. And mostly well written and easy to read. Plus, it had the effect of scandalising my patti, when I told her what I was reading. So, yeah...definitely worth a read.
On the flight back home I started to read Christopher Hitchens' God is not great: How religion poisons everything. It was on my to-read list since it came out in May. Its a bit like reading a Michael Moore movie. A point is made. Its a good point. Its made in 11 different ways. And its rammed down your throat so hard your insides hurt. So, my beef with Michael Moore is that he corrupts the basic premise of some of his documentaries with unnecessary railing. And he takes refuge in sarcasm. Sarcasm is all very well, but I personally don't enjoy it in a serious argument.
So, Hitchens writes well. Some of the chapters are really illuminating. I especially enjoyed reading about the complicity of the church in shaping regional politics to their advantage in Nazi germany, in Mussolini's Italy and Stalin's Russia. The chapter on the effect of religion on health care was pretty good too. Its when he starts trying to dissect the Old and New Testaments and the Koran that I lost patience. A non-believer can find something laughable in every line of religious books. To find discrepancies in logic in these texts( No archaeologists ever found evidence of events in Exodus and suchlike) and be shocked at their blood-thirstyness is not new. Further, he spends a whole chapter explaining that Islam is a derivative of Christianity, and the Koran is essentially a plagiarism of Jewish and Christian texts. Again...well-known facts. Not worth an entire chapter.
An interesting chapter is the one asking the question whether religion makes people behave. Events in India and abroad have convinced me that the answer is a thumping no. He puts an interesting spin on things. While he seems to be a big fan of Martin Luther King, he makes the argument that he was a great humanist and leader inspite of being a pastor, rather than because of it. He even talks about MLK's unalloyed enjoyment of booze and women, and seems to rather relish the fact that he was morally "corrupt", but still stood on high ground due to his belief and work on behalf of civil liberty. I've always thought peoples' personal lives are just that. Personal. But I guess if you are a pastor you have a responsibility, no? I don't know much about MLK, so I won't speculate on this. Its an interesting paradox though.
He also chops Eastern religions to bits. Of course there is the usual 1 and a half page on the Rajneesh ashram in Pune. He doesn't seem to have anything much to say about Hinduism,(I'm guessing he doesn't know as much about it as he does the others), except to evince contempt for the sacred cow concept. And wrongly state that Krishna was born to a virgin named Devaka! He does spew vitriol against Buddhism. The chapter is titled "There is no Eastern solution." I guess he's trying to come full circle and make sure there are no loose ends. His reasearch leaves much to be desired. A shocking blooper is when he writes that the LTTE murdered an elected Indian President! How did that one slip through the editors?
Also, he seems to have the old Brit dislike for Gandhi. 2 pages are devoted to calling him obscurantist, and other names. And he thanks goodness we had Nehru to lead us! I don't think he has any insight into Indian politics or the struggle for independence at all. Its just unbelievably naive. Besides, the MLK of whom he purports to be such a big fan of, was an ardent follower of Gandhian principles.
On the whole I enjoyed the book. He makes several good points, not the least of which is that atheists should be free to think what they think, and not have to constantly defend their POV. That people have been abused in the name of religion. That religion has stood in the way of progress, and has been used effectively to frighten people into submission. Nothing that we didn't know. But lots of interesting history and facts. And mostly well written and easy to read. Plus, it had the effect of scandalising my patti, when I told her what I was reading. So, yeah...definitely worth a read.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Conversations & Movies: The oxygen needed for living
Stuff's been happening. Roomie is back from her vacation. I'm relieved to have someone to talk to at home again. People who know me know that I talk to myself all the time. But, even by my standards, I was a little cuckoo last month. I was talking to myself aloud. All the time. People were giving me funny looks in coffee shops and grocery stores. So, when she got back I talked and talked and talked until my throat hurt and I couldn't talk anymore. Topics of conversation ranged from her wonderful vacation, to Lucky Ali and how disgusting he was, to Adnan Sami and how good he looks now, Ekta Kapoor, Tulsi, Shahid Kapoor, Kareena's schooling(yeah she actually went to school!), Om Puri whom she saw on a beach in Goa, Sreesanth's weirdness at Delhi Airport, how it sucks to be back, how India rocks, how family is family(yeah, seriously!), how obnoxious some relatives are, ad nauseum.
And she brought back movie DVDs. So luckily, roomie and I enjoy the same kind of movies. Yesterday we watched Naram Garam and Pati, Patni aur Woh. Sanjeev Kumar was such a genius. He plays the dirty married man to perfection. I've seen this before, and its a hoot. It always bugs me when I can't remember the name of the not-so-popular 80s heroines. Thank goodness for Google. It was Ranjeeta. Naram Garam has a huge Golmaal hangover. But its still fun. Because Amol Palekar is casual and fun as always. And I love A.K.Hangal. No, seriously. The man plays the old, beleagered parent to perfection. And he calls his beautiful daughter Swaroop Sampat a"gale ka kaanta" with such aplomb, so many times over, its hard not to love the guy. And Utpal Dutt. God, they don't make 'em like him anymore. He was stereotyped too. But what the heck. He did it well everytime. I love those movies. 70's-80's. Bad costumes, big hair. But good stories. And well told. And brilliantly portrayed. With melodious music, usually classical. Whats not to like.
Here's my list of the fun movies from that era that everyone must watch:
1). Chupke Chupke
2). Chashme-baddoor
3). Golmaal
4). Khubsoorat
5). Khatta Meetha
6). Katha
7). Jaane Bhi Do Yaaron(of course!)
8). Angoor
9). Guddi
10). Chhoti si baat
Next Post: Why I heart Shammi Kapoor.
And she brought back movie DVDs. So luckily, roomie and I enjoy the same kind of movies. Yesterday we watched Naram Garam and Pati, Patni aur Woh. Sanjeev Kumar was such a genius. He plays the dirty married man to perfection. I've seen this before, and its a hoot. It always bugs me when I can't remember the name of the not-so-popular 80s heroines. Thank goodness for Google. It was Ranjeeta. Naram Garam has a huge Golmaal hangover. But its still fun. Because Amol Palekar is casual and fun as always. And I love A.K.Hangal. No, seriously. The man plays the old, beleagered parent to perfection. And he calls his beautiful daughter Swaroop Sampat a"gale ka kaanta" with such aplomb, so many times over, its hard not to love the guy. And Utpal Dutt. God, they don't make 'em like him anymore. He was stereotyped too. But what the heck. He did it well everytime. I love those movies. 70's-80's. Bad costumes, big hair. But good stories. And well told. And brilliantly portrayed. With melodious music, usually classical. Whats not to like.
Here's my list of the fun movies from that era that everyone must watch:
1). Chupke Chupke
2). Chashme-baddoor
3). Golmaal
4). Khubsoorat
5). Khatta Meetha
6). Katha
7). Jaane Bhi Do Yaaron(of course!)
8). Angoor
9). Guddi
10). Chhoti si baat
Next Post: Why I heart Shammi Kapoor.
Friday, December 7, 2007
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Going home.
I'm going home next week. For 1 whole month. No mouse poop. No failed experiments. No pissed off PI. Nothing. Just me. The couch. And the TV remote. I'm going to watch every single soap, ("K" or otherwise) every single day. And eat like a pig from Somalia. Oh...and family will be around too. I'll have to put up with my Jack*@% brother's smart%$# comments for a month. One patti will dote on me. The other one will dote even more to ensure that she dotes the most. There will be gushing. I also expect to meet an assortment of relatives. One awesome mama who was the original inspiration for the family's overwhelming fascination with Wodehouse. Two attais. One attimber. One chitti and chittappa. One cousin who is (gulp!) 22 years younger than me. I expect a fair bit of discussion over my single status. Most of which I will bear with fortitude. The remaining I will tune out of.
Also one very special friend is getting hitched. That promises to be fun. I missed the weddings of 2 close friends because I was here doing nothing important. This one I was NOT going to miss. I've never been the bride's best friend at a wedding. I already have plans for a bachelorette party. I feel like Julia Roberts. Because I'm going to be at My Best Friend's Wedding!(how cute is THAT?) Except my best friend is female. And I really like her fiance. I'm sure they'll be brilliantly happy together. And I look nothing like Julia anyway.
And my mom and I will watch every single movie that is released while I'm there...hopefully 1st day, 1st show. Plus the backlog of movies from the last couple of months. I still haven't seen OSO and Aaja Nachle. And we will giggle over silly things. And she will cook the most delectable meals everyday. Like rasam and beans curry. Or paruppu usli and rasam. Or pongal and chutney. Its amazing how much nonsense I can put up with when I'm well-fed. I think thats the reason for my perpetual state of annoyance here. The lack of homemade food.
Good food. TV that shows silly hindi soaps 24/7. Lots of movies. Large, inviting couch. One month of doing nothing. Oh...its going to be wonderful!
And here's the thing. I'm going home next week. And I haven't shopped yet. No time. PI was getting his money's worth this past 10 days or so, since his lackey won't be around for a month. I haven't even bought a freakin' Mars bar yet. And I know no one gives a shit about the cheap chocolates that I lug back from here. Chocolates that are available in India as well. But I have to buy them. Its the thing to do. You go to India...you take chocolates. And Planters honey roasted nuts as well. And cheap perfume. And scented candles.(The cheap ones that don't really have a scent for friends who never call, and the better ones for the friends I never call) So, I need to go shopping. Now.
Update: I wrote this post when I hadn't shopped. I have since rectified the situation. I have bought the cheap chocolates, and I feel much more prepared now.
And I forgot to add...I won't have to wear 3 layers of clothing and cap and gloves and scarf when I step out back home. Not that I'm going to step out much. But still. Its frickin' freezing here...19F this morning.
I hope Tuesday comes quickly. Can't wait. Since I've said that time will now crawl. Tuesday...come soon! Please!
Also one very special friend is getting hitched. That promises to be fun. I missed the weddings of 2 close friends because I was here doing nothing important. This one I was NOT going to miss. I've never been the bride's best friend at a wedding. I already have plans for a bachelorette party. I feel like Julia Roberts. Because I'm going to be at My Best Friend's Wedding!(how cute is THAT?) Except my best friend is female. And I really like her fiance. I'm sure they'll be brilliantly happy together. And I look nothing like Julia anyway.
And my mom and I will watch every single movie that is released while I'm there...hopefully 1st day, 1st show. Plus the backlog of movies from the last couple of months. I still haven't seen OSO and Aaja Nachle. And we will giggle over silly things. And she will cook the most delectable meals everyday. Like rasam and beans curry. Or paruppu usli and rasam. Or pongal and chutney. Its amazing how much nonsense I can put up with when I'm well-fed. I think thats the reason for my perpetual state of annoyance here. The lack of homemade food.
Good food. TV that shows silly hindi soaps 24/7. Lots of movies. Large, inviting couch. One month of doing nothing. Oh...its going to be wonderful!
And here's the thing. I'm going home next week. And I haven't shopped yet. No time. PI was getting his money's worth this past 10 days or so, since his lackey won't be around for a month. I haven't even bought a freakin' Mars bar yet. And I know no one gives a shit about the cheap chocolates that I lug back from here. Chocolates that are available in India as well. But I have to buy them. Its the thing to do. You go to India...you take chocolates. And Planters honey roasted nuts as well. And cheap perfume. And scented candles.(The cheap ones that don't really have a scent for friends who never call, and the better ones for the friends I never call) So, I need to go shopping. Now.
Update: I wrote this post when I hadn't shopped. I have since rectified the situation. I have bought the cheap chocolates, and I feel much more prepared now.
And I forgot to add...I won't have to wear 3 layers of clothing and cap and gloves and scarf when I step out back home. Not that I'm going to step out much. But still. Its frickin' freezing here...19F this morning.
I hope Tuesday comes quickly. Can't wait. Since I've said that time will now crawl. Tuesday...come soon! Please!
Saturday, December 1, 2007
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