the truth is..

"i'm a writer, i use people for what i write" - sharon stone in basic instinct.

unintentionally of course, i find myself storing away little details. the way a man raises his eyebrow and cocks his head when a PYT struts past him - his eyes sending hurried instant messages. the way a mom instinctively puts her hand out to hold her child back from bounding down the stairs in front of them - even though they've probably done this a dozen times before. the nervous laughter that punctuates a sentence in the hopes of covering up awkwardness - boy/girl, girl/girl, boy...you get the picture, i'm sure. it all gets collected, sorted and thrown into piles for pickling. the fermentation process is sketchy but they exist in their neat little jars on a cerebral shelf - feather dusted every once in a while when i stomp through the place, ripping things apart in the hopes of discovering one little thought stuck in a jar of brine - still waiting to become just right.

this weekend was a varied mix of goodness and growth.

friday night - we joined some of mr.man's friends for a night of arabic food and memories of their lifetimes in dubai, eons ago. The shawarma was no match to the delightful handfuls that you get at Yahala Shawarma in Karama, Dubai. No joke, those were by far the tastiest little wraps I've ever consumed and for a measly 3 dhiram's at that. No matter, Paramount, the restaurant we hit up, had all sorts of other authentic goodies - from Zaffer sprinkled cheese pizza type delicacies to mouth watering hummus and fresh ballooned pita's...it was definitely a night of reminiscing and laughter. the night ended at our place after the guys trekked down nostalgia avenue and watched a retrorific superman flick.

saturday was another fun filled day. First there was our brunch at saravana's - the only time we get a hit of real south indian food in our monotonous routine of sautee'd this and stir fried that. I got some mouth-watering rava kichadi and kesari. tres-yum. we then watched basic instinct - which i had never watched fully much to Mr.man's chagrin. it was okay. i still felt it was more porn than movie. The plan for the evening was to hit up a 75th birthday fam jam - it was the first time that thatha had ever cut a cake - in 75 years. And I think i found a new localized cake lady - woot woot! Driving on a blanket of snow would have been much more ideallyic had the traffic been bearable - but with 4 car spin outs littering the 401 - our 25min ride took us 2hours. No matter, the family fun that followed more than made up for it.

sunday - today was supposed to have been my day of familial bliss. the breakfast and movie club had a much-anticipated meeting set up - except mother nature took a poo all over it. with 15 cms of nastiness on the ground - i was stuck in sauga with mr.man. i was incredibly bummed and so mr.man went out of his way to make sure i had a good time. we did a little browsing, a little shopping ( i finally found some GRAY nailpolish and I bought an awesome little dress), a little canoodling and then it was sunday dinner with the inlaws - a regular ritual in my existence.

And that's when i realized how good i have it. My MIL is probably one of the nicest ladies around. She's smart, funny, interesting, fashionable, witty and well connected with the world. And she's fairly non-intrusive. And when she does judge me - she keeps it to herself - which works great for me. So it's easy to be her friend. And while I was bitching and moaning about the few hiccups we might have - never have i taken a moment to be grateful that she's so wonderfully approachable and always open to anything i might have to say. AND she loves my family.

Now, that folks - always seals the deal.

Also, this weekend i missed my bfg. These days we keep missing each other and the truth is that its starting to grate on both our nerves a little. So this tuesday night we have a date and then the three of us will watch Bride Wars. Which i'm sure isn't worth talking or writing about but heck, it's a nice little fluffy number that i'm sure we'll all enjoy as a time pass.

This coming week promises to be hectic. But here are two promises i hope to keep for the next 5 days.

1. Talk to my BFG every day - even if it means i have to phone stalk her until she's tired of me.
2. Go to the gym atleast 3 times this week - and no, getting dressed, going down there and then turning around and coming back home does not count.

grr...sunday-nitis is the worst and this coming from someone who loves her job.

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Lest I forget, i saw this wicked documentary on sri lanka and the kathirgama festival. Appa used to tell me that when i was super young, we used to go to kathirgama every year when i visited SL. I must make a point to go there the next time I hit SL - which at this point in time looks like it might only happen at the end of this year. No matter, it definitely gives me something to look forward to.

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time to hit the sack and dream of something special enough to pen in the AM.