Why 'bowl when you can Bolly?
I was going to happily announce that the rest of my India pictures have all been uploaded, but I just realized there's a chunk missing in the middle of the last week, including such treasures as me perched on a camel and adorable children flying kites, so I'll have to do that tonight. In the meantime, you'll have to be satisfied with me on a smiling elephant and awesome photos from the astronomical observatory.
Instead of being bored to death watching two teams I don't care about playing a sport I don't care about, I grabbed the Bollywood dvd's I bought my last day in India and headed up to Steph's sweet condo in Silver Spring. Sylvie and I stopped at Giant for some fixin's and ended up with a table of snacks to rival the sad little bowl of canned queso you had at your superbowl party, including, but not limited to, homemade crab & cheese dip and red velvet cupcakes. Then, during intermission (yes, Bollywood movies are so long they all break for intermission), we ordered Indian food. I thoroughly enjoyed the awesomely cheesy dance numbers with my butter chicken.
Then I got a call from my landlord telling me they're shutting off the heat in my house today. Permanently. Fuck.