So, sick again and it totally sucks. I hate feeling all sniffly and sore throated and feverish. You never feel as old as you do when you're sick. But it's been an eventful couple of days regardless. My sickness always comes with such perfect timing, no? So, you guys know that Shark Tooth's out of town for like a month, right? Anyway, so we decided a smart (not to mention money saving) thing to do would be to get someone to move in for this month. Which actually, we didn't think we'd be able to do, because, hey, who'd want to live somewhere for like a month, right? Wrong. A while later, I got a forwarded message from a friend asking if I knew of anyone who'd like a flatmate for a month. The universe completely rocks, sometimes.
So, say hello to Mouse (which is a mini in-joke for me, because of her real name. I'm sad with the humour like that. I contemplated linking to her blog, but it's not anonymous enough, sooooooo Mouse she is till the end of the chapter) She's American, here for about a month and a half and we share a common passion for Grey's Anatomy (she has most of season 3 on her computer, which I've been watching obsessively) Disney movies, zoos and cats. And so far (day two now) we're getting on great, comparing notes on American men versus Indian ones. (They're mostly the same worldwide, sadly). Last night I thought I'd take her to Toto's, to like, you know, celebrate moving day and stuff. We were doing fine, till the tequila happened, lots of it, and did I mention she's superhot and very tall so we were more or less the centre of attention there. Although, funnily enough, we both got little notes on napkins, which made me feel slightly better about being short and sniffle-ful. Mine was from this guy who tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Hi, are you from SIMC?" "No," I said, preparing to turn back to my conversation. "Take this," he said, stuffing a much folded note in my hand. I raised my eyebrow (I can do that!) and he said, "Read it at leisure" so of course, I promptly opened it right then and the three of us (another friend joined me later) poured over it. It said, and I quote (much frantic handbag searching later, I think I've lost it. Damn, my purse is like the Bermuda Triangle.) Anyway, what I can reconstruct from memory was: "When I first saw you (excuse the handwriting) I wanted to spend the night with you. But after watching you this whole evening, I want to spend my lifetime with you. Pick whether you'd choose tonight, the weekend or the rest of your life." Followed by his name and phone number. I was all awwwwww, my first wedding proposal. Heh. Mouse's note was behind a coaster, folded and passed over, and her suitor was actually kind of cute. (Mine was fairly pudgy, spectacles etc. Just my luck) He said, "Can I buy you a drink? And intentions... Wana [sic] get to know you better." We giggled over that too and I was elected to reply to it, which I did, saying, "What are your intentions?" "Tell him I'm drinking tequila," whispered Mouse so I did. And then he got up and joined us and we all drank some more tequila. Toto's always does wonders for my ego.
Then we went back to the other friend's house, swigged Bailey's straight from the bottle, attempted to play Life but got bored and played 'I have never' instead. I love alcohol. Did you know that mixing Old Monk and tequila and Bailey's gives you no hangover? Eureka! Now if only this flu would magically vanish, my joy would be complete.