Margaritas & miaows

azo-holes!!

oooooooooh - again whinging about the blood-fest that my work-life is becoming. Turns out some patches on a giant sweater has some 600mg in a kg on some bdi-cholo-something-uncleaunty-amine. and now they ish torturing me with plans of giant claims!!! not clams, claims - ick!! i get slightly nauseous when i think about it and have been using that excuse to collapse on my sofa every night instead of lacing up my sneaker and going for a get-ready-to-party-in-december-so-start-getting-skinny-run.

So, anyway focus on fun fun stuff this weekend.
Sunday night was sushi nite: We went to wasabi - (pic in a bit) - and i diligently took pix of all the food becos you know - we are never going back there again. I mean i love the husband and all - but so many buckeroos on stuff that only lasts 1 night - or in case of my husbands a couple of hours becos the swine ran to the loo to poop when we got home - which is terribly wrong. He had strict instructions to absorb every nutrient because the nutrients were like imported and super-duper expensive. Enthu ctlets that we were, we went the whole cod and gotted rock shrimp tempura, cod in miso, salmon teriyaki, lots of sashimi and sushirolls - sigh!!! I shall now live on the memories of that dinner - unless i can con some rich guys into taking me there again. Hopefully they being the husbands of good friends, so dont have to put up with the sweaty palm variety that tried to pick me up at the Tsar bar couple of weekends ago.

Saturday night was Harry Potter & Goblet of Fire nite - which is such a diluted, not-making sense version of LOTR!!! sorry all the hari puttar fans but i dont get it. Glad i didnt bother with the book. Young boy has some contest to win - so does some fancy flying, defeats dragons, goes to prom with desi chicks in bizarre lehengas - i mean yes, we know they are desi, but even desis would not wear ghagras to the prom???, goes underwater and grows fins, rescues opposing team sister, runs through scary maze to get prize-winning cup. Suddenly enters another dimension where he comes face to face with not-so-scary-dark-lord. Has some silly wand-dandiya with dark-lord, gets dead parents to give him advice on escaping, escapes - comes back to wierd school, finds out his professor is bad-guy, gets rescued by principal at last minute, and then they all break for summer holidays. I mean commooon!!! Even the pop-corn wasnt so nice. And the nachos sucked - no cheeze on top.

FRiday nite was another bizarro nite - we hit bar-nite which was strangely deserted and i twisted my ankle, then we went to indigo, where i did some socialtalks with frend of husbands who must think i am totally bizarre becos i started showing him pix of the miaows (again to be uploaded soon) and then crashed insomnia at the taj - by the time i got back home, i was thinking i need to get on some youth hormones, becos i do feel too old for this kind of insane-place-is-shutting-tomorrow-nite style partying. You think the husband may be influencing me in subtle ways???

I am thinking that not only should vacations-to-recover-from vacations be de-riguer (Especially if the vacatiosn involve the don, the rockstar and belvedere, and hot djs) but also weekends-to-recover-from-weekends!!! This girl-dating is getting very heavy and intense - i just may be in a relationship.

posted by Nish @ 12:43 PM