Friday, July 24, 2009

Swords, dragons and dietcoke.

Too much chocolate can make anyone look like a turkey on the dinner table on Thanks giving. I closely resemble one of those now. I've given up on me... like my "wise" cousin says - a moment on the lips is forever on the hips! So prophetic. Everyday in every way I'm looking more and more like a fat turkey. Moving on to more happier topics, July was a month of mixed events...the month isn't over yet so The Panic Princess (yours truly) is not ready to make any comments on it.. except, so far so DAMN good.
Somehow everyone in my class gets a rude shock when I tell them I'm single...then they try to set me up with their friends. Geez leave me alone!! Its more fun making theories on the "Utopian man", Anuja and I came up with that one, its hilarious. As much as I'd love to put it on my blog, I must take into consideration the values and morals of the reader, hence I shall refrain from doing any such thing.
Things to do before the month is up:
  • Find time and space to freak out (vent pent up energy).
  • Write a bucket list.
  • Flush it down the toilet.
  • Call Nimma more often and yell at someone else for a change.
  • Take lessons on covering up my tracks.
  • Find some more time for my frequent escapades into the parallel universe.
It was a month of birthdays, internals (I pause to swear under my breath at this point) and whole lot of eating outs....I'm usually broke by the fifteenth of the month. Apoorva's 20Th was so much fun, it was simple and so damn sweet! Under the pretext of buying shoes for Nazia's sis, we took her shopping and brought her the prettiest kelly green tube top. Had it not been a gift I would have stolen it and runaway. So, she takes us to Mainland China for a buffet, we were in cahoots with the hostess there, Apoorva didn't know that. From the million appetisers to the desserts it was brilliant! I can't decide which part I liked best, when they taught us how to use chopsticks or Apoorva's surprised cum embarrassed expression when the waiters came with sparklers, guitars and chocolate cake (on the house) and sang for her.
All of us kept up our usual coaster signing ritual. I even plucked up the courage to compliment the chef...I'm so proud of me! We went bowling after that and I emerged as the least pathetic one, but at one point I had a sneaking suspicion that my hand might come right off its sockets with the bowling hand is going to throb like crazy for the next one week. I better get my act together and start running before I start resembling Queen Latifa!


NesQuarX said...

Ooh chopsticks... Easier to stab than to grab.

Nina Prasad said...

Well, yeah my friend stabbed the chicken with the chopstick and the chicken went whooshing out of her plate!!!

The Illuminator said...

True words of wisdom these.."a moment on the lips is forever on the hips"..haha.

The description of the treat just reminded me how embarrassing had it got for me as a host when my entire group had spilled drinks on the table in a fit of mad fun and created such a hullabaloo that even the DJ's music seemed muffled. Needless to say, being a regular customer, I had to apologize with a good tip to retain my privileges!! But oh, those days..

Nina Prasad said...

Tell me about it.On my birthday, my friends made me stand on my chair wearing dunce caps in a restaurant, while they and the waiters sang to me. I'm a human magnet for embarrassing moments...... it hits me in the face everytime.