> It's been quite the hectic weekend for me. Saturday I spent watching a play at the BCL Closer, which was remarkably well done, especially since it was the director's debut venture and all. The director himself was pretty cute, though rumour has it, not so much inclined towards my sex. Oh well.
From the BCL we went to Turquoise Cottage, Gurgaon, where Indian Ocean was playing and we had free alcohol the entire evening. Well, 450 a head for unlimited booze and food, so pretty free. Highlights include the adorable three-week old Lab puppy someone brought (WHY would someone bring a DOG to an alcohol filled environment?). But the puppy was outside, and we hung with the lead singer of Indian Ocean and played with him. He was very black and called Ebony and despite us getting him some water, made a beeline for our vodka every time we left it on the floor. Much time was spent lifting our glaases out of the way of the dipsomaniac puppy. In time, his rightful owners appeared (the guy who brought him was dogsitting and made it a point to mention he was happily married. I was thinking secretly, please, like I would ever hit on you, buddy. Some men, I tell you). The second highlight was, of course, Kandisa, which they played at the very end, and everyone raised their glasses in the air and yelled, "Alam, alam, alam!"
> By the way, please stop correcting my spelling. I may be in a hurry, I may not have time to check how KERALA is spelt, for fucks sake. It's getting a little annoying, because while I value your feedback, I'd rather you spent more time with the content than the form.
> Did a polo match with Small on Sunday and it brought back many happy riding memories. I used to ride, once upon a time in boarding, and good fun it was too. It was also the fattest I've been ever at any point in my life, which is wierd because that was also the only time in my life I got exercise. As soon as I got back to Delhi and stopped exercising, I became the lean, mean unfit machine I am today. Ergo, exercise is bad. And it took about a year for my biceps and forearms to look proportional to the rest of my body. But the polo match and feeling all propah and hat-wearing and Gayatri Devi-shoulder rubbing was good fun. I was doing a complete Brit accent in my head and the whole Eliza Dolittle scene at the races came vividly back to me. What was her boyfriend's name in that movie anyway?
> Also Sunday was the day of the Delhi Blogger's Meet, which I attended and which was most fun. Aanchal has the deets on who attended here and my cyber/real life flirtations can be evidenced here. I do so love the internet, even though in some ways I'm sure it makes me look fat. :)