Any dream will do

Interesting weekend.

Background: Some time back, I did work for a friend in the US for which I was supposed to be paid X dollars. Post 3 weeks of 20 hour days and loss of sleep only because I could see my bank balance going up in one single move, I was informed that I would be paid somewhere to the amount of X/3 because the finished product didn't meet their requirement. Sixpence none the richer, haha, but smarter about the ways of the world. I let my ego speak and said I wouldn't accept it, to which I was given the reply: "We've thought it over and decided we'll round it off to amount Y (which was marginally better than X/3). We think you should take it. Translated into Indian currency, it is a sizable amount." Hmm. Ignore, ignore. Mailed the said party yesterday in very polite terms that thanks for the very considerate increase in remuneration, but no thanks. Never did accept pity or charity graciously. Maybe they could use the money for office petty cash. Don't know the yankee equivalent of that term, don't care. So, please refrain from telling me what it is. If you do, take it and shove it you-know-where.

She became my friend through another friend eleven years ago. Arian, smart, funny, small in stature, but a tough cookie. She married her first boss. Arian. Plump, with a ready smile, warm, and yes, funny. Arian+Arian = Frequent squabbles at home over trivial things. Last week was no different. Cold shoulder treatment Monday thru Wednesday, make-out session on Thursday. Just before the, erm, most vital part, she tells him - "We need to talk." To which he responds - "Yes, we do." To which she says - "Okay, we can continue." Gotta love that beeyatch. Of course, he did request her later to NEVER, EVER do that again, that it could make or break the, erm, situation. Asked her to go swipe-happy with his card over the weekend. Naturally, I was the shopping partner. We three went for dinner and drinks at night. His treat, as is the usual case. He's got a US visa stamp on his passport. Have told him to bring me back Bath & Body Works country apple body spray when he goes. Have a yen for fruity perfumes. Have vanilla, two or three citrus ones, melon, mango, something called Hawaiian Ginger which is more banana than ginger, but no apple. She did ask me to mention her name, wanted to be famous, but I won't. Can't have someone else stealing the thunder from right under my nose now, can I?

Had my first Long Island Iced Tea, but substituted the cola with lychee juice. Gave up soda four years ago, and now am pestrified of them. Got pleasantly inebriated and yes, babbled. But since it was them two and both are teetotallers, I was allowed those slip-ups.  Had some very delicious Pasta Alfredo, flavoured just perfectly at this lounge bar called Casa del Sol. The chef made it a bit spicy and less cheesy. Made to order just for me. They don't have a site, or would have linked them. Would've been only too happy to. Belong to the Casa Piccola group. Excellent service, good music, relaxed ambience, and the food? Yummmmm. Heavenly. Orgasmic. Was so happy with the pasta that I turned down dessert. Me! Ha! 

It's Sunday evening and I had my customary cup of ginger tea outside in the sitout. But for once, didn't count the number of black cars on the street below. Looked straight up and ahead at the blue skies and the canopy of trees, and just for a moment, pretended I wasn't here. Was nice. Listening to Kishore on a loop now. My Sunday fix. 

Aa chalke tujhe main leke chaloon

Ek aise gagan ke tale

Jahaan gam bhi na ho aansoo bhi na ho

Bas pyar hi pyar pale

Ek aise gagan ke tale...

Pay close attention to the opening flute piece of the song the next time you listen to it. Hear the birds chirping? Background music makes life that much more easier to take, doesn't it?

Happy week ahead, everyone!