(I got all excited seeing this photo, because I haven’t seen color like this in Georgia yet this year and then I noticed it was taken in 2008. I did see one yellow tree, though.)
Weekend recap, if you care (which you may not, but I’m telling you anyway):
Friday I had plans to do interesting things. Instead, we stayed home and I watched Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi again (I love that movie, even if it is cheesy; “accha accha accha…”). I didn’t get any sewing done.
Saturday we met Jennie, her beau, Gina and Gina’s husband at Kennesaw mountain and took advantage of the remainder of the fall foliage. This year has been so wet and warm that the trees aren’t as lovely as I remember. Georgia seems to be doing a rolling fall, so some trees are bare and others are green, with a few brilliant yellow gems in between. Afterward we had barbecue, completely cancelling out any sort of health benefit that came from hiking. I ate some pork rinds and felt decadent. The husband had a ringing thing that evening so I got a ride from Jennie, and got locked out of my house, so I hung out with Jennie’s beau for a while on the back porch, which was awesome. He’s a really cool guy (from Miami, parents from the Dominican Republic, well-read, and a huge geek). So then later we met up with them to go see Boondock Saints 2, which was funny but not quite as good as the first film. Oh, well. I did no sewing.
Sunday I read the entirety of a Sookie Stackhouse book. Then, we stopped by Raneez and I picked up my choli, which was lovely, and I was happy to remember that North Indian wedding bangles (haathi daant) are called “chura,” which earned me a high-five from Ranee. We left there to grab some takeout and watch a truly atrocious movie with the CG, in which a ridiculously wealthy Rajasthani family does nothing but be happy for three solid hours. We have decided that it is the polar opposite of Kabhie Khushi Kahbie Gham. I need to watch K3G now, so that I can balance the universe. Once again, I did no sewing.
Additionally, I discovered that all the shoes in the wardrobe are moldy. How in the world did that happen? I feel there is an angry call to my landlord in the future, to let him know that the moisture is indeed a problem, and the stain in the hall is not from the Killz. (I feel a little like Alexander and his terrible, horrible, no good very bad day)
Tonight is making mac and cheese for the Thanksgiving party at work, to which I will probably wear the green sari. The giver of the sari has expressed interest in meeting me and forming a friendship, so perhaps I will have an Indian friend, after all (I have one pen-pal type friend on LiveMocha, so I feel this is progress)! We shall see if the Thanksgiving schedule permits this.
I will most likely do no sewing today, either. But I have progressed to numbers and plurals in my language learning, and I am feeling more confident with my speaking skills, so I’m not too broken up about it. There’s always tomorrow, right?