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Tomorrow is my last day at home vegetating. When my room is only meant for me, and my purple and pink candy striped wall would bring back a rush of affection. I wish I could make tomorrow last for a little longer. Chitthi is coming over to spend the day as well, and some good friends are all back. We even had a good old gossip session on the very bed all of us used to sit around and bitch about everyone else.
Saturday doesn't count, even though it * is * a full day - because Saturday is the mehendi day.
I'm excited, but I'm also a tinge not - I won't be daddy's little girl anymore to pout and get away with pretty much anything from coming back home at 3AM to wanting to buy some impractical nonsensical thing.

Potpourri

I'm off to India tomorrow. And then the madness will intensify. I haven't packed yet. It hasn't struck me yet that I'm getting married in less than a month.
I can't begin to imagine the emotions I feel right now - anxiety, happiness, excitement, fear of motion sickness, tightness is my neck, spasmic, bubbly, hyper - suffice to say it's a complete mixed bag.
I am also emotionally edgy. I've been strung out like how dhobis string out wet towels. Work has been crazy over the last few weeks. Six weeks of vacation seemed so attractive and ideal till I realized that I had to cram in work worth six weeks into three and finish up things. The boy told me to demand pay for three weeks. I was too chicken shit to ask for it.
I got my first "wedding gift" yesterday. It felt odd. A porcelain baker with a warmer stand. I also got the sweetest card from Momo yesterday and choked after reading it.
It felt odd, reading all those things about getting married. I felt like I was another person standing by and observing me. And yet, it felt choke-invoking all at the same time. Does that even make any sense?
My mother told me yesterday to wear a mask for swine flu on the plane. I berated her about the number of people that died because of various other diseases, and that swine flu's mortality rate was 1 in 10000. I dismissed it, and then I realized that given my luck and the ease with which I used to fall sick with the flu in every "flu season" multiple times (yeah, it's all about the multiples) - I might as well get a scrip for tamiflu and drink it in copious amounts. The vicious doctor refused though.
Last weekend, the girls flew in for a bachelorette party. Although she olarified the surprise part of it ample time in advance, it didn't stop me from looking forward to having my bitches close to me and celebrating a night out on the town. She even made dollar store margarita glasses look pretty.
My neighbor wrote me a very sweet email saying:
Whatever other may say, remember YOU ARE THE PRINCESS. That is the prerogative of brides.

- K
To which the boy promptly wrote back saying:
I don't think she needs any reminder or reinforcement of that idea.. :D :D :D
Little did he know he was sleeping on the couch and didn't have dinner waiting to be served yesterday, as a simple result of this line.
It still hasn't fully hit me that I'm getting married. I haven't even finished sending out invitations yet. I have six more hours at work today, and then a Swirlberry appointment with my aunt, and two bags to pack.
Oh well.

So long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Goodbye

Announcing, even lower frequency of blog posts, till madness dies down.
Till then, so long, and thank you for all the fish :)
(PS--> The other realm shall be updated as usual)

One would think that when it comes to "marriage" - the bride and the groom were the least important people in it. I think I'm going to start a new series, till September talking about every little thing which is blown out of proportion during wedding planning - maybe on a different blog, because I guess I really might have to move out of this space. The cobwebs here are beginning to annoy the hell out of me.
In any case, I'm one of those girls who knows exactly what she doesn't want in her wedding, and doesn't care much about what she has; Apparently the things she doesn't want are a huge deal. I wanted to be remotely involved in personal things, but now I'm involved in every single small nitty gritty of it - really? I want a vacation. From work. From wedding planning. Argh.

First, Then

First I wanted to write. Then I didn't want to write.
First I wanted to click. Then I didn't want to click.
First I wanted to call. Then I didn't want to dial.
First I dialed. Then I hung up.
First I hardened the fuck up. Then I shed a tear.
First I gave in. Then I gave up.

I'm glad.

I'm glad I won't remember my 20s as one big drunken haze.
I'm glad I did all I did when I was in my teens.
I'm glad I grew up, and out of much and that I have my priorities right. Ish.

This isn't a mega rant or even remotely on those lines. I just woke up today as usual, and decided I'm going to sleep in for forty five minutes more. And I didn't feel guilty. I work my ass off, trying to make something of my science. Why do I do it? Because in a way, I'm a geek. It makes me warm and fuzzy on the inside when I see a graph I generate from my data, with a R squared value of 0.97;
I was looking through some pictures on Facebook, and I wondered - have I un-funned myself? I'm not what I was six years back. I was totally a pouting, flying-kiss waving, funky clothes sporting, whiskey swilling, high volume swearing Fraeulein.
I have sobered up much since, and realized that while those things were all fun, coming out from a weekend, *every* weekend not remembering much about Friday nights and Saturday nights wasn't all that fun, really. In contrast, (attempting) to play tennis and Pictionary with the ones you love and care for seemed like nicer alternatives to my other friend Jameson.
Have I stopped buying shoes? Hell, no :-)