this week has been unusually long and the weekend - though i tried my best to start it on wednesday (unsuccessfully) - unaccountably short. we went out every night of the week with religious fervour, but by general consensus sleeping it in is the best option. three sleepovers in the week has made a new convert out of me. it felt almost as good as THE vacation.
started off withR coming to town, picked momentum with the soccer world cup kickoff, reached climax with a rerun sleepover needed to check that it works in every location and without occasion. though i dodge the odd aam and fish that come my way, i'm still bengali enough to get a new tv for phootball. the occasion called for technologically not-as-retarded people coming over with chinese food, dvd's ( no mycotoxin, we did not get to watch kung-fu hustle either, everyone opted for roman holiday and i am in love with gregory peck, but more on that later). but we made the earth shattering discovery that we are now old - so old that we diss dancing in favour of playing uno (for players upto12 years, and i still didn't understand the instructions) till three in the morning.
everyone in torn t-shirts and crumpled pj's, some shared clothes giving rise to severe gender confusion to certain people who had to be convinced that their masculity was not compromised by cross-dressing (outright lie, looked like a little girl), squabbling for space, battle over remote rights, pillow talk on the profound topic of merits of a chocolate sundae, waking up to a lazy morning with friends - just what life should be like. as was pointed out by pragmatic people, if only we had an invisible cash flow.
but returning to the topic of greg peck - ooooooooooooooooooooooooooof. i'm totally besotted with him. if only men now knew how to carry a suit with such easy elegance and still be cool and be as dishy and have that dry but kind style under a veneer of confidence bordering on arrogance and, and, and ...