Weekday rambling

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All I really want to do tonight is write a long rambling pointless post. Just like that.

But I must share... I had such a fun Saturday night - which technically lasted just two hours and the rest of the nine hours were actually part of Sunday (pointless information, I know). There was a house party at a friend's since her folks were off on holiday. And what a partayyyyy it turned out to be! You had to BYOB (bring your own booze). And there was tons of food. Everything was super! But the entertainment that happened thanks to the boys doing a song-and-dance was just hilarious. My jaws were really hurting with all the laughing that ensued. Imagine watching three grown up fellows doing crazy steps to Quit Playing Games by the Backstreet Boys! Yes, exactly my reaction. *grin*

Oh, and I made a little experimental chocolate fudge and took it to the party. Most people who had it said it was nice. :) So, I'll try and blog the process in another post and maybe you could try making some at home. It's quite simple actually.

And today, Monday, wasn't that bad. Plus, I got to meet two of my favourite people over Barista coffee and seekh kebabs/baida roti from Nice Fast Food Corner. If you've never been to this place, shame on you! It opens in the evenings (probably after 7), and shuts at 11.30pm, but I would advise going there before 9pm, so you don't have to go back without food. Do try the seekh kebab, baida roti (chicken and mutton) and the mutton boti. Wash it all down with a mini bottle of Thums Up. *burp*

Time to crash. Someone, please figure out fix my sleep cycle. :-/
Good night.

PS: This Diwali week is going to kill my productivity. Monday-Tuesday are working, followed by a holiday on Wednesday, again work on Thursday, and then an extended weekend with a holiday on Friday. Hate it!

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