People, Places, and Things
Thursday night we drank rum and ate sweets for erin's 21st birthday/last night with Triptiji and Mamiji celebration. We hugged, we kissed, we talked about how it sucked that things shook out the way they did and we didn't spend as much time together as we should have. It was cute all around, and the next morning they left for Bombay, which means we didn't have the chance to fuck things up.
As a sidenote, I hate the smugness people get when they hear the city called Bombay instead of Mumbai. Bombay is what the Indians call it damnit. And they should know.
Friday night was Erin's surprise party. I've had a substantial amount of surprise party energy in reserve ever since I missed Kristin's 21st due to this silly country, so I went all out. A bunch of "here i bought you this coke for your birthday!" diversions, combined with her sitting alone at our house all day trying to work on a paper while I dashed around Old City trying to find the perfect piece of blue pottery, threw her off track and made her feel generally unloved and miserable. The one-two punch of SURPRISE! dinner followed by everyone creeping away at the end into the hotel room I had rented and decorated earlier that day with everything she loved for SURPRISE! number two kicked ass. And the delicious eggfree cake shaped like a guitar made her vegan musically gifted heart melt.
Many cigarettes, joints with the 34 year old israeli jewelers and glasses of white mischief vodka and appy fizz later, we woke up at the hotel rooms andwent to the Elephant Festival in Old City. And yeah, ok, it was somewhat of a tourist trap. And yeah, alright, so they played games like tourist tug of war (10 goris vs one elephant...guess who won?) and elephant polo. The elephants themselves were still gorgeous.
We hopped on a rickshaw and ended up on the rooftop of our friend's house for a potluck dinner of everything american that is amazing.
Spaghetti with homemade sauce...frosted flakes and fruit loops with milk...ice cream...peanut butter with three different flavors of jelly. Oh my god. So delicious.
I found a kid to scare...
...til he started to scare back.
Outside were Holi bonfires.
And the scrambling kids lighting them.
Many cigarettes, joints with the 34 year old israeli jewelers and glasses of white mischief vodka and appy fizz later, we woke up at the hotel rooms at 8am on Sunday morning to play with colors in honor of the second day of Holi. We roamed Raja Park, shooting teenagers with water guns containing our paint+ water mixture, knocking over the paint buckets of kids who tried to mess with us, and otherwise having one of hte most ridiculous times of my life.
We played until we looked like this:
And our hands looked like this:
All and all it was the best weekend I've had in India.
As a sidenote, I hate the smugness people get when they hear the city called Bombay instead of Mumbai. Bombay is what the Indians call it damnit. And they should know.
Friday night was Erin's surprise party. I've had a substantial amount of surprise party energy in reserve ever since I missed Kristin's 21st due to this silly country, so I went all out. A bunch of "here i bought you this coke for your birthday!" diversions, combined with her sitting alone at our house all day trying to work on a paper while I dashed around Old City trying to find the perfect piece of blue pottery, threw her off track and made her feel generally unloved and miserable. The one-two punch of SURPRISE! dinner followed by everyone creeping away at the end into the hotel room I had rented and decorated earlier that day with everything she loved for SURPRISE! number two kicked ass. And the delicious eggfree cake shaped like a guitar made her vegan musically gifted heart melt.
Many cigarettes, joints with the 34 year old israeli jewelers and glasses of white mischief vodka and appy fizz later, we woke up at the hotel rooms andwent to the Elephant Festival in Old City. And yeah, ok, it was somewhat of a tourist trap. And yeah, alright, so they played games like tourist tug of war (10 goris vs one elephant...guess who won?) and elephant polo. The elephants themselves were still gorgeous.
We hopped on a rickshaw and ended up on the rooftop of our friend's house for a potluck dinner of everything american that is amazing.
Spaghetti with homemade sauce...frosted flakes and fruit loops with milk...ice cream...peanut butter with three different flavors of jelly. Oh my god. So delicious.
I found a kid to scare...
...til he started to scare back.
Outside were Holi bonfires.
And the scrambling kids lighting them.
Many cigarettes, joints with the 34 year old israeli jewelers and glasses of white mischief vodka and appy fizz later, we woke up at the hotel rooms at 8am on Sunday morning to play with colors in honor of the second day of Holi. We roamed Raja Park, shooting teenagers with water guns containing our paint+ water mixture, knocking over the paint buckets of kids who tried to mess with us, and otherwise having one of hte most ridiculous times of my life.
We played until we looked like this:
And our hands looked like this:
All and all it was the best weekend I've had in India.
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