That's what I say to myself pretty much every fucking Friday morning, when I'm sitting at my desk at 7:30 a.m., with yet another 300-page brief to read in under an hour, despite knowing that the judge will take all of 5 seconds to say, "Sorry. Case dismissed."
So, this Friday I said to the Bossman, "Sir, I'd like to be excused on Monday". "Of course, enjoy yourself" said the man. And, a few hours later, I found myself in the city I hate the most, Bombay (and before people start the Delhi vs. Bombay debate, I'd like to clarify that I quite like the people of Bombay. I just hate the city. It's like New York with incessant rains and more potholes than roads).
But it's good to be back with Firefly, even if it's only for the weekend before I head back to more 20-hour workdays. Rain thunders down outside Firefly's window. Firelfy, her flatmate and I are aimlessly watching Lipstick Jungle on the tube. Well, I'm aimlessly watching, the other two show rapt attention. Despite the fact that I think Candace Bushnell is an idiot, I find myself chuckling at the show.
I think it's the 2 large glasses of cheap port wine I've got inside me. Say what you want, this port crap is potent. And at Rs. 120, it's worth every pennt...epnny....PENNY. Fuck, there's a rubber duck singing on TV.
Bliog say Hello to first ever drunk blog. Have a good weekend, y'all. I certainly fucking am. Ha.
So, this Friday I said to the Bossman, "Sir, I'd like to be excused on Monday". "Of course, enjoy yourself" said the man. And, a few hours later, I found myself in the city I hate the most, Bombay (and before people start the Delhi vs. Bombay debate, I'd like to clarify that I quite like the people of Bombay. I just hate the city. It's like New York with incessant rains and more potholes than roads).
But it's good to be back with Firefly, even if it's only for the weekend before I head back to more 20-hour workdays. Rain thunders down outside Firefly's window. Firelfy, her flatmate and I are aimlessly watching Lipstick Jungle on the tube. Well, I'm aimlessly watching, the other two show rapt attention. Despite the fact that I think Candace Bushnell is an idiot, I find myself chuckling at the show.
I think it's the 2 large glasses of cheap port wine I've got inside me. Say what you want, this port crap is potent. And at Rs. 120, it's worth every pennt...epnny....PENNY. Fuck, there's a rubber duck singing on TV.
Bliog say Hello to first ever drunk blog. Have a good weekend, y'all. I certainly fucking am. Ha.
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Well, thank god you can just suggest a day off and get it without the third degree.
That's awesome.
I cannot mix alcohol and blog. Then you guys will all know what an ass I am.
Rass: I was suprised that my boss didn't go third degree on my ass. He usually does.
Blues: Try it. It rocks. We're all an ass at one point or the other :P
Next time you're in Franklin, come on by...we have a huge port selection. In fact, husband's dream is to go to Lisbon and import an entire shipload of the stuff.
Franklin: Sounds like a plan, heh. Speaking of Portugese, we got some killer port wines in Goa. You should totally ask someone to get you a bottle or 2.
I liked "Lipstick Jungle" without being drunk, but I bet it's even better that way.
I think you should definitely post every time you drink. Yep.
Candace Bushnell is NOT an idiot. She's 'fabulous'.
Oh, I suppose wide roads with fat cows sleeping in the middle of them are better?
Mukta: Definitely. You can just drive around them. That's what the wide roads are for.
you can't drive around 2 fat sleeping cows. roads aren't that wide. :-)
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