* Sooooooo I've been in Delhi for the last week, which is why no new posts. Delhi was hot, hot, HOT while I was there, only raining on the last few days. Fun things happened though: We came SECOND in a pub quiz (I know, I'm just as amazed as you are), discovered a new restaurant (called Gunpowder, serves--tan tara tara--Andhra/Malayali cuisine), bought NINE new dresses (and now I need occasions for all of them) and came home with so much excess baggage I had to spend an extra grand at the airport. Mostly books, but also one oven in which we made chocolate chip cookies the other day. (They were good, just got burnt a little coz we didn't know what settings to put the oven at.)
* Living together is so much fun. I love shopping for the house and doing our little domestic things and cooking! I've discovered cooking which is now my new favourite thing, even though I don't dazzle in that department. Today on the lunch menu is Goan sausages with bread, perhaps the easiest thing in the world to cook, so that should be significantly less embarrassing than other cooking episodes. (Alas, my poor cookies! Pride goeth before a fall!)
* At some point, I should go watch the newest Harry Potter, I suppose, because I already watched parts 1 to 5, even though I complained bitterly about them after. I'm such a wuss about these things. The SMART thing to do would be to say well, as each movie has been a disappointment to me, I'm not going to go for any more and retain my love for the books. But noooooo. Having commited to watching one, apparently, my mind thinks that's good enough reason to watch ALL of them. I'm sure I'll grumble about it on this blog later.
* While in Delhi, had a crazy night out and went to TLR and Smokehouse, where I bumped into many old friends, did one Kamikaze shot and bounced around a little bit, till it was time for us to leave. People though, looked so joyless and like they had to do this. I noticed people standing around in Smokehouse, elbow to armpit, chugging away at whatever beverage they had but looking sooooo, well, meh. Like this was a duty they had to perform and check off their chore list. I don't go to fancy clubs that often, not having the funds and/or the inclination, so I like the novelty value, but I felt a little bad for all these people for whom it was a Saturday Night Task. Back in the day, when there were like TWO nightclubs you visited (Ricks or Djinns or sometimes, Pluto), maybe it was because we were younger and this was all still very new, but I remember the thrill, the excitement, the feeling that this was exactly where you wanted to be. Oh sure, maybe I'm romanticizing it a bit, maybe there were still ten feet deep queues to the loo and maybe you still stood around staring at your friends because the music was too loud for conversation, but I distinctly remember people looking happier and like this was a night out extraordinaire.
Anyhoo, back to my Saturday planning (and three deadlines on the same day, because I am a crazy woman). Have a good weekend!