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hathycolSo I haven't updated for AGES, which is a bit of a mistake when I have been up to so much interesting stuff. I'm not going to talk about work because basically I can't be arsed with my litany of "everyone is on holiday!!!" but that is basically that.
So nearly two weeks ago I hauled myself out of bed at 5.30am in order to make the first bus out of London up to Leicester. The reason for this is that, as I may have mentioned, I'm going to Delhi in December for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
loneraven's second wedding and for this I required a sari. As, admittedly, did a rather large proportion of friends and family, all of whom had never worn a sari before. The thing is, if I'm going to a wedding - any wedding! - I am keen to stick to the dress code and look all shiny and stuff, and I definitely don't want to show up loneraven! Luckily, her mum took hold of proceedings, brought loads of helpers, and wrangled the 14(ish?) confused Western women around the streets of Leicester, which are apparently some of the best for Indian wedding clothes.
I was a tad nervous beforehand, mostly because I had made the mistake of mentioning it in work. We have a significant proportion of Indian and Indian descent ladies, many of whom descended on me and told me a lot of conflicting information which mostly ended in '... we'll take you shopping around Wembley'.
It ended up being a really fun day, and I got a bit of a nap on the coach up despite it being an ice box. I met some of Iona's friends, and got to catch up with others, which is good because there will be loads of people at the wedding and if we can all band together one of us might work out how to put a sari on properly. Plus, saris are REALLY PRETTY. I mean, I knew this already, but they're super flattering. It's quite nice to go shopping and know that EVERYTHING will fit you, and you just have to check if you like the colour...
I went for a pink one with gold trim in the end, because it turns out I like a colour that I kept describing as 'MAD PINK'. It's beautiful. I still need to get all the foofarrah to go with it, but there we are.
I had booked the last coach home, so ended up in the coach station until rather late. The worst part was that my pen ran out so I couldn't write the fic I was hoping too!
So that was good. It did mean I was fairly exhausted the next week, which was a shame as it was a very busy week. Fiona had free tickets to John Finnemore, whichtau_sigma had raved about a few weeks previous, and I really enjoyed it! Very funny, hope some of my snorts don't end up on the radio though.
I trailed through the rest of the week, and eventually arrived at the weekend with mild trepidation, as it was in fact my birthdays and I don't always love birthdays. I am also deeply conflicted about turning 26. UGH. Ended up having a lovely weekend, though. On Saturday Richie and I went out in the afternoon to see some of his old housemates, and then we went off for a meal by ourselves in Polpo, which I have in fact read about in the Guardian. YEAH I'M THAT KIND OF PERSON. Thing is, it was totally delicious. It's Venetian style tapas, and I had a glass of prosecco and vegetarian 'meatballs' and everything was just simply wonderful, particularly the part when we went for cocktails in a little downstairs bar afterwards.
The Sunday was my actual birthday, so I opened some cards and presents in bed and felt very content with the world, even if I did spend a portion of the day doing housework. In the afternoon I made Richie watch Pirates of the Caribbean, which I continue to love possibly even more now I've clocked Zoe Saldana in it. (It's okay to pretend the sequels didn't happen, right?) And in the evening we got roaringly drunk, ate a roast dinner and then watched The White Queen which is nonsense but still quite good fun. One character insisted on giving her husband a 'wife's blessing'before he left for war, which is my new favourite wifely power. I have insisted on blessing Richie each day before he goes to work. To be fair, it actually worked yesterday as he got a completely unlooked for promotion and payrise, so there we go. Okay, that evening we came last in the pub quiz we've started going to, but coming last is quite a good thing, as you get a wooden spoon and get to pick a round for next week out of the hat. Next week is superheroes. It's a sign. Or something.
And now I am going to have a glass of wine and watch the football. England are playing Scotland and I've just realised that Richie and I are sat on the sofa in that order too.
So nearly two weeks ago I hauled myself out of bed at 5.30am in order to make the first bus out of London up to Leicester. The reason for this is that, as I may have mentioned, I'm going to Delhi in December for
loneraven's second wedding and for this I required a sari. As, admittedly, did a rather large proportion of friends and family, all of whom had never worn a sari before. The thing is, if I'm going to a wedding - any wedding! - I am keen to stick to the dress code and look all shiny and stuff, and I definitely don't want to show up loneraven! Luckily, her mum took hold of proceedings, brought loads of helpers, and wrangled the 14(ish?) confused Western women around the streets of Leicester, which are apparently some of the best for Indian wedding clothes.I was a tad nervous beforehand, mostly because I had made the mistake of mentioning it in work. We have a significant proportion of Indian and Indian descent ladies, many of whom descended on me and told me a lot of conflicting information which mostly ended in '... we'll take you shopping around Wembley'.
It ended up being a really fun day, and I got a bit of a nap on the coach up despite it being an ice box. I met some of Iona's friends, and got to catch up with others, which is good because there will be loads of people at the wedding and if we can all band together one of us might work out how to put a sari on properly. Plus, saris are REALLY PRETTY. I mean, I knew this already, but they're super flattering. It's quite nice to go shopping and know that EVERYTHING will fit you, and you just have to check if you like the colour...
I went for a pink one with gold trim in the end, because it turns out I like a colour that I kept describing as 'MAD PINK'. It's beautiful. I still need to get all the foofarrah to go with it, but there we are.
I had booked the last coach home, so ended up in the coach station until rather late. The worst part was that my pen ran out so I couldn't write the fic I was hoping too!
So that was good. It did mean I was fairly exhausted the next week, which was a shame as it was a very busy week. Fiona had free tickets to John Finnemore, which
tau_sigma had raved about a few weeks previous, and I really enjoyed it! Very funny, hope some of my snorts don't end up on the radio though.I trailed through the rest of the week, and eventually arrived at the weekend with mild trepidation, as it was in fact my birthdays and I don't always love birthdays. I am also deeply conflicted about turning 26. UGH. Ended up having a lovely weekend, though. On Saturday Richie and I went out in the afternoon to see some of his old housemates, and then we went off for a meal by ourselves in Polpo, which I have in fact read about in the Guardian. YEAH I'M THAT KIND OF PERSON. Thing is, it was totally delicious. It's Venetian style tapas, and I had a glass of prosecco and vegetarian 'meatballs' and everything was just simply wonderful, particularly the part when we went for cocktails in a little downstairs bar afterwards.
The Sunday was my actual birthday, so I opened some cards and presents in bed and felt very content with the world, even if I did spend a portion of the day doing housework. In the afternoon I made Richie watch Pirates of the Caribbean, which I continue to love possibly even more now I've clocked Zoe Saldana in it. (It's okay to pretend the sequels didn't happen, right?) And in the evening we got roaringly drunk, ate a roast dinner and then watched The White Queen which is nonsense but still quite good fun. One character insisted on giving her husband a 'wife's blessing'before he left for war, which is my new favourite wifely power. I have insisted on blessing Richie each day before he goes to work. To be fair, it actually worked yesterday as he got a completely unlooked for promotion and payrise, so there we go. Okay, that evening we came last in the pub quiz we've started going to, but coming last is quite a good thing, as you get a wooden spoon and get to pick a round for next week out of the hat. Next week is superheroes. It's a sign. Or something.
And now I am going to have a glass of wine and watch the football. England are playing Scotland and I've just realised that Richie and I are sat on the sofa in that order too.
