Pleh. And meh. And other noises to signify lack of blogging content

You know that thing bloggers often say to explain lack of blogging? "Real life happened"? I always think of that as the most pointless excuse. I mean, whenever REAL real life happens, I always have lots and lots to blog about, as opposed to having days of happy harmony (mostly) when there's really nothing very much to say.

Birthday parties abound. Deepti's was last week and there was a MENU for drinks we wanted (four of us--Deepti, Neel, Kalyan and me. JC had work type things but he joined me there at three am. Never say dating has made me old and middle-aged. I'm still young! And late night-able.) I learnt from Neel, how to make the ferpect margarita and a Cosmopolitan and then I generally amused myself by using the martini shaker. It was lots of fun to hang with Deepti again, till the 'wee sma' of the morning, watching the high tide and looking as the lights in the building opposite hers slowly went out, one by one. We chatted about not very much and were very pleasantly drunken monkeys by the time JC came, also a drunken monkey, to have another drink and then to come home with me. Sure, once I would have continued till 5, even going out for breakfast, and this time I passed out in the cab with my head on his shoulder and woke up right outside my house, but still.

Sameeeeeeeeeeeeer! Sameer is leaving for the UK (hmph) and he is having a farewell/birthday bash tonight and Chrisann and I are determined to make him cry with sentimentality. Sigh. Friends leave, friends return and I am feeling wanderlust fill my system again. But where to go? Further west was the original plan--but that means what? Qatar? Cairo? Istanbul?

I'd actually quite love to live in Istanbul. Dear Istanbulites, Please invite me to your country (So the whole single woman/freelance writer thing won't be an issue) and please provide me with a lucrative career so I can move there. Kisses! eM

That should do it. Have an excellent Saturday night, my lovelies.