straight to my hips...

I am exhausted. It was truly a festive week.

The festivities started with colourful little lights hanging from trees all over the city. The music was finally allowed to be blasted well past the earlier deadline. And little children looked cute and funny in traditional garba wear.

Navratri was on. So was Durga Puja. And the parents are in town. And that sums up to shameless amounts of food being eaten every day. Lunches, dinners, outings. The celebrations are getting bigger and bigger. The goddess looked grander. And. the. food. was. amazing. and sinful. I digress but one afternoon, after overstuffing myself on bro's delicious chicken, I was told it was the dollop of butter on top that made it so divine. Help! How do I turn bulimic? Or whatever it is that has one retching out all the happily devoured food?

Anita was in town on her way to holidaying in various countries in Europe. We did try to get her knocked out so one of us could fly off in her place. So dinner was had with cocktails and plenty of tequila shots. It seemed the right thing to do since Jaygee mentioned on her blog, that tequilas helped to lose weight. Late in the night, there was a vodka party to finish the vodka bought from Russia. Too smooth. The only way to know what it tasted like was to have it neat.

Now all that will be laboriously sweated out of the body to gear it up for Diwali. But let me not talk too soon. Cause the parents are still here and it doesn't take much to forget diet resolutions when mom gets down to cooking.