it's true, those are the coochie-coo names for my sister (N) and brother-in-law (P) so much so that i received an e-vite for P's birthday from N and her email id is bumblebee! yes, i barfed a little.
so the week went by in a blur, i have some faint memory of walking up to my other cousin's apartment opposite the empire state... taking a taxi to providence, rushing out in the cold... and then many texts announcing a change in venue. Ak wanted a bollywood night and do it circa 1980, it only resulted in N hating me..forever. she walked in to the upper level of a times square dance hall and ignored me. that's right, read it again, times square dance hall. *shudder*
why does she hate me, it's still unclear but it definitely has something to do with poohbear not wanting to be at a times square dance hall.
do you blame him?!
anyway, alcohol poisoning, yogurt indigestion, gorgeous skyline, cuddled blanket and 5 aspirins later... i was finally going home. M, spent the entire night shaking her head.
the week went by in a blur of activities, i don't even know what happened.. i don't have it on my calendar and most definitely don't have any memory.
work, i know there has been a lot of it, but does work fry your memory that much?
now that's just wrong!
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