Happy New Year?

Quite elaborate New Years plans this year...
Gettin tipsy begins at 5:30, after which is dinner at a friends (where Mala n me will be taking food cooked in our tipsy state)
Then is dinner, then come board games - Taboo, charades... which when you're us and are completely sloshed are very amusing to play... then is getting drunk some more and singing on the roads with dear ole Old Monk in our hands... probably go out somewhere...
Somewhere in between the clock shall strike midnight and we shall free ourselves of the ghosts of 2007 and look for newer troubles we can get into..
It will be good indeed.

First meal?

Yesterday was the first day I've cooked a fish in my life !! or vegetables for that matter... with a lil help from Mom o'er the phone from India the Pomfret turned out just fine, so did the lady fingers...
I mean Hey, I'm still alive after last nights dinner.
I've realised I quite like this independence and eventually it will be real hard to go back to living with other people in the same house.
I've also realised that I really miss singing 'My Bonny lies over the Ocean' on the top of my voice and annoying the living hell outta most people - its just not the same thing when you sing it alone.

Of Margaritas and pick up lines

Went to this place yesterday at Dempsey road and it had all the makings of an amusing Friday night.
Our cabbie who dropped us there suddenly yelped when he saw a sign that said “happy hours”. Its never a good sign when the cabbies do that to 3 girls in their cab, it means its only too obvious that we’re going to get completely sloshed that night and everyone already knows it. Oh well…
So we enter this place and we can see weirdly dressed people doing what I’m sure they thought was burning up the dance floor… some guy in almost opaque (I swear) white shades dancing with himself and the people in his head and a lotta other people who would have gotten a mention here had they had the charisma of our ubercool white shade man

We order 3 margaritas and tell the waiter to get them frozen, and one on the rocks…
Only to find our waiter hurry back apologetically to us 10 mins later telling us that the kitchen is closed after 11:30 and so we cant get any food, would we like to order drinks instead… After patiently explaining that the margaritas were drinks and not pizzas our humble waiter who’s first day at work it supposedly is, was pretty fast in getting us our drinks.
Then a lil while later we have these two 5 foot nothing pimply guys come up to ask with the weirdest pick up line I've heard so far “ Do you think tattoos are cool, cause his sister wants to get a tattoo with her boyfriends name on her arm and I don’t think so”… sigh… the next 10 mins went trying to get them to leave after they promptly got chairs and sat their asses down.

So I called my friend Mala who sat across from me and made it look like we were both on separate calls hoping they would get the hint, which they did. But not before departing with another gem he told Mala “ You know, you wont be able to pick up a lotta men if you’re on the phone all the time”…
This will be an interesting 2 years indeed….

Frozen Eggs

Frozen eggs !!!

Yes, have you ever heard of frozen eggs? The eggs in my refrigerator froze!! Really!!! I never knew that could happen. That they would freeze if the temperature was low. So I threw all the disgusting looking frozen eggs out (they look the same as normal eggs from the outside, but try cracking one and the lil disgusting sight that awaits you is, well, just plain ole disgusting
So I bought a dozen eggs again yesterday, and lo and behold… they bloody froze again..

See these are the things that mothers need to tell their children when they're gonna be living along.. mine didn't even know about frozen eggs until i told her

Getting Back in Action

SIN city doesn’t seem to be doing a lotta good for my dear ole Blog… I have had a thousand things in my head I’ve wanted to post here but there’s just been no time… now that I’m quite settled in…apartment found, coffee table and other shelves finally bought (the owner of the apartment is also Indian, so cheapo that he is, has only semi furnished the place… how can you not have a coffee table? Where was I supposed to be eating when I’m sitting on the couch and wanna put my feet up on non existent coffee table?? And what about shelves? I can’t leave things lying around on the ground (now there’s a thought) so everything is finally done now)
I’ve started cooking – well eggs and ham and anything to do with the eternally good Maggi noodles – all food is a combination of these 3 basic food groups – with orange Juice
I’ve started keeping my apartment clean – Mom, even you would be amazed that I can want to pick up my own clothes now
And thank God for the good ole usual wasted bums with me here in SIN – I’d be lost and lonely without them telling me that’s its already 6:00 pm and we need to catch up on the drinking….