This Saturday
The best way to rid yourself of the specter of this past week's final papers and the grimy feeling of fucking yourself thoroughly and royally is to spend a day with your girlfriends, stuffing yourself distended and laughing yourself unconscious - because you're just too damn old to be sulking and stressing over failed examinations (but not too old, apparently, to have a puerile gloat over trivial matters).
Even if the entire day was going to be doggedly drizzly (though, for winter in Welly, it could have been so much worse), with eight girls, tons of hot and spicy dishes (and the mandatory chocolate-based dessert), and Hindi and Tamil movies, spirits can never be sodden.
Menu-wise, have a lamb mince with portobello mushrooms and cheese pie for starters; layered chicken biryani, chicken curry, lamb curry, raita, a spiced grated-carrots dish, and a shredded-cabbage with tumeric dish as mains, ending with a chocolate cake (dripping with icing!) for dessert.
Have the prolonged meal lined up in front of the telly; argue and laugh over Kal Ho Na Ho - for instance, suggest an alternative gay ending since His Royal Babeness and Saif Ali Khan look so much better and have so much greater chemistry with each other than they each have with Preity Zinta. Remember to shriek in chorus at Uday Chopra's three-second cameo (which, let's face it, is three seconds too long anyway), and knock yourselves out with the 'G-U-J-J-U' song-and-dance - don't forget to repeat the 'Maahi Ve' song-and-dance, each time squealing in excitment at Rani Mukherjee's cameo (okay, this could be just you), and, at Kajol's cameo, insisting His Royal Babeness never looked better with any other actress in Bollywood.
Take this time too to educate the lone Chinese Bollywood virgin in the group: there can never be too many Bollywood fans in this world. When told by your Chindian and Mangalorian friends that you, a Chinese girl, know the lyrics to more Hindi songs and more about Hindi movies than them, take it as a compliment and preen. (Besides, what better validation can there be for your assiduous self-education in commercial Indian cinema?)
To work off the artery-clogging meal, get the girls who actually watch Kollywood movies to demonstrate the de rigueur dance moves in Kollywood movies which haven't actually been seen in public outside of retro dance parties. If you can't burn off the calories by contributing to the repertoire of dance moves on display, at least you'd be able to by laughing (unless you asphyxiate yourself guffawing first).
Rounding off the day, it'd be perfect if a fellow member of your Unholy Trinty logs on to Messenger and begins a conversation with "hey i think i found some.1 [sic]", so you two can discuss and gossip about the new guy in his life.
Even if the entire day was going to be doggedly drizzly (though, for winter in Welly, it could have been so much worse), with eight girls, tons of hot and spicy dishes (and the mandatory chocolate-based dessert), and Hindi and Tamil movies, spirits can never be sodden.
Menu-wise, have a lamb mince with portobello mushrooms and cheese pie for starters; layered chicken biryani, chicken curry, lamb curry, raita, a spiced grated-carrots dish, and a shredded-cabbage with tumeric dish as mains, ending with a chocolate cake (dripping with icing!) for dessert.
Have the prolonged meal lined up in front of the telly; argue and laugh over Kal Ho Na Ho - for instance, suggest an alternative gay ending since His Royal Babeness and Saif Ali Khan look so much better and have so much greater chemistry with each other than they each have with Preity Zinta. Remember to shriek in chorus at Uday Chopra's three-second cameo (which, let's face it, is three seconds too long anyway), and knock yourselves out with the 'G-U-J-J-U' song-and-dance - don't forget to repeat the 'Maahi Ve' song-and-dance, each time squealing in excitment at Rani Mukherjee's cameo (okay, this could be just you), and, at Kajol's cameo, insisting His Royal Babeness never looked better with any other actress in Bollywood.
Take this time too to educate the lone Chinese Bollywood virgin in the group: there can never be too many Bollywood fans in this world. When told by your Chindian and Mangalorian friends that you, a Chinese girl, know the lyrics to more Hindi songs and more about Hindi movies than them, take it as a compliment and preen. (Besides, what better validation can there be for your assiduous self-education in commercial Indian cinema?)
To work off the artery-clogging meal, get the girls who actually watch Kollywood movies to demonstrate the de rigueur dance moves in Kollywood movies which haven't actually been seen in public outside of retro dance parties. If you can't burn off the calories by contributing to the repertoire of dance moves on display, at least you'd be able to by laughing (unless you asphyxiate yourself guffawing first).
Rounding off the day, it'd be perfect if a fellow member of your Unholy Trinty logs on to Messenger and begins a conversation with "hey i think i found some.1 [sic]", so you two can discuss and gossip about the new guy in his life.
posted by s at 23:26
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