Currylingus

It was a killer time. I wish I was going to the London installment.

All thanks to Q, who was looking FAB-U-LOUS. Good lord that man looks good in neon:



Got to chat with Anar Ali again and tell her about how her book brought back so many memories of early 90s hardship in Alberta. My parents would probably weep openly if they read it. This is she (on right) and lovely Mme B on left:



Monika did her thang, that kathak swang. Check out the fierce lighting she's shooting from her hands:



Omnesia with Dice n' Dhol:



Gushed in person to Rashmi Varma. Lady was rocking an awesome cockroach necklace and I fell madly in lowe:



And the best picture of the night with Neb and wicked-girl-whose-name-I-can't-remember-and-I-blame-it-on-the-drink. BBD stance:



Flickr set here. Guess what? It's 2:41 AM, I'm back after drinking two sensational goblets of white wine sangria with my good friend Constantine. It is time for bed. Time to relax before I step back into another hellish week. Starting the 27th I am on motherfucking vacation y'all! I haven't taken once since June last year. We're going up to a cottage on a lake and drinking and eating and playing water sports for a whole week. I have been paying pre-penance for this bit of fun for the past two weeks at work. But it will all be worth it once I'm drunk and splashing around in lake water. Take THAT Mr. Man. Sucka.

As you may know I have taken Sepia Mutiny up on their offer of becoming a permanent blogger. Thus far I have been treading gently (again), such is the ninja way.

I've been taking great pleasure in reading every comment that passes submit. If this was an addiction before then let's just say the periodic doses have turned into a full on IV.

Yesterday morning, as I prepared my drip with my morning cuppa chai, I was met with news of the Mumbai bombings. My right hand began an sms to my parents, my mind hoping furiously that my family and friends, that everyone was safe. But hundreds were far from it.

As realization sunk in, and with it despair, I began reading the comments in search of reaction other than my own. Anna's updates were wicked and folks went all out to leave emergency information, their own stories from the ground, and their prayers. Certain fucktards tried hard to promote their rubbish agendas and at one point I could barely bring myself to read. But. At the end of the day. I know that if it hadn't been for SM I could've ended yesterday feeling very alone. It is a privilage indeed...

I hope you and yours are safe and well.

Currylingus is back in bidness.