So it's Friday and i'm drunk...

And back from Hawaiian Shack as usual. The only reason I'm online this late (it's 2 am) is cause my dad is up watching the Cricket World Cup (Hooray! 3 more weeks of having the TV on till 5 am while my dad whoops it up everytime some nobody from Ireland or Holland hits a six. ) The only reason I spent 800 bucks to drink warm rum and coke at the Shack - is to escape the dreary feeling I get watching what has got to be the most useless sport ever invented (unless of course it's India playing...then Irfan Pathan has my full attention)

Anyway, it's been a while since I last blogged..since then I've turned 30, quit my job, gained 5 kilos, found a new favorite song, lost a friend, gained a friend...

Observations (while being drunk...only 5 RCs tonight- I gave up beer on my birthday and it's hurting bad. I miss my Kingfisher!)

1. I finally found a date (or rather he found me..) for my birthday and had an absolute blast turing 30 with a guy on my arm. All the way from Bangalore! Then again, the only people who did respond to my date search were from outta town. Looks like Bombay boys have had enough of me!

2. "I wanna dance with somebody" is my new favourite song. It really speaks to me (in a way "Sexy Back" never did). It's weird how this song really speaks to me. Then again, dancing and singling along after a few too many drinks can make any song "speak to me"...

3. India is the only place where straight men will sing "I will survive" and "La Isla Bonita" out loud. And I love them for it!

4. I need a fag hag. Since Meenu left me to move back to the US, I've been hag-less. And it sucks. Tonight I went out clubbing with a fag and his hag. And you know what? It's such a close relation that fags have with their hags, it's kinda hard to break in and be social..all those inside jokes, all those special dance moves...I miss you Meenu! I haven't found anyone who will go out with me and indulge me as I scope out cuties! And no one dance to "Bin tere sanam" better than you!

5. I want kids. Well, first I need a boyfriend who will stay with me for more than 6 months..then I need to make sure he isn't shagging guys on the side (which in Bombay? Good luck!). THEN I need to make sure that's what he wants too..then I need to make sure we're stable enough for it..Then I need to make sure I can afford it..then....

I'm never having kids, am I?

6. I went to my first funeral last week. Well, I mean to the actual cremation ground. It was quite the eye-opener. We Hindus take death quite well compared to the weeping and wailing and "closure" we keep hearing about when some Westerner dies..I came back home and wrote my will. I'll be donating all my organs, wrote a "do not resucitate" bit and gave my entire collection of British comedies to someone I know will appreciate them. Then I sat back and wondered what it feels like to die. Morbid much?

7. Did I spell "resucitate" correctly?

I think I'm heading off to bed. First cook up some Maggi noodles (the perfect alcohol soaker in my opinion) and then wrap self in quilt (in 30 C weather..I know...but I can't sleep without a heavy coverlet of sorts..or a warm body next to me) and hope that the cricket is done so I can watch my nightly dose of "Lost" before I crash and dream of Brad Pitt and me adopting some Vietnamese kid (Who needs Angeline when he has me!)

Cheers! Hic!