It's going down in history.
MT was supposed to be over this afternoon so we could pull apart our B&M Case Study together, and since there was food, this arrangement of events came to be termed as a "Nerd Party". Now this nerd party wasn't just like any nerd party. It was special. AB was invited too.
Of course I convinced Boyfriend to ride home with me and MT in her car, because our time is limited and all that...AND I've been randomly feeling too much love towards him these days. (I wonder why) So we reached la maison at around 4.45, and I, the gracious hostess, very graciously provided Boyfriend and MT with mango milkshake. Since AB was late, I put his glass of milkshake in the freezer so that he was pressurized to come earlier...OK. I agree my logic isn't exactly very sound. So sue me.
[P.S. When MT was in the next room yelling at AB on the phone about being late, I grabbed the opportunity and completely jumped on Boyfriend. Needless to say, kissing him is the best thing in the world :)]
Well, ANYWAY. AB finally arrived and didn't want any mango milkshake (so much for THAT!) and then Boyfriend had to leave. Except I wasn't letting him, so I played clingy girlfriend - literally - and hung on to him in a very glue-girl manner until he had to tickle me to get off him. Oh and another really weird thing is that since he was behaving all male-chauvinistic-piggy with me, I vowed to the room that I would one day cure him of his MCP-ness. Which came out sounding like MC Penis.
Great going Sasha. Great going.
Then, after our usual, sickeningly cheesy I-love-you-no-I-love-you-more argument, (he won), Boyfriend left.
Well, we spent the next three hours organizing and reorganizing our crazy amount of stuff to print out, then finally headed out to get it printed. Now THIS took forever, so we headed to Cocoberry and bought some amazing blueberry yogurt with chocolate chips, strawberries and Gems sprinkled on top. I also bumped into two random acquaintances here (hairdresser & old school friend who has suddenly turned into a complete sex bomb.) After what seemed like an eternity, we finally got down our knees, all three of us in a line, glared at the daunting pile of paper that awaited us and eventually collated the printed copies (this took another 2 hours). FINALLY, when it was complete, I looked at in disbelief and went:
"MT. We've created a monster. I feel like Dr.Frankenstein"
We're talking 400 pages, without counting the fact that all the pages are printed back-to-back. We had nicknamed it the Bible, but the Bible really pales in comparison to the size of this baby.
Then we piled into the car, basking in our respective nerdy glows, and told AB's driver to take us back to chez moi. Of course, we knew his driver was bad with directions, but we never guessed HOW bad, because when we stopped marveling at our amazingly nerdy compilation of case study notes and looked up for a second, we realized that we were lost in the middle of nowhere, on the way to the other end of the city. Seriously. We were stuck in Mahim (and we only knew we were in Mahim because I pointed at the nearest billboard advertising something about Mahim and catching signals and said "We're in Mahim! Because ab mahim pakdega duniya ka har signal!") For someone to whom overwhelming verbosity is second nature, this was ridiculously inarticulate and badly framed. :P
Well anyway, somehow we ended up going to BKC, which is on the way to school. Now here all hell broke loose..or rather, chaos ensued.
First, I saw a large pink Doraemon balloon. Having already suffered the traumatic experience of large-scale printing and collating, I could not stand to see this terrifying sight, so I screamed: "NO! AFTER ALL THIS, A PINK DORAEMON BALLOON? I'M PROBABLY GOING TO DEVELOP A PHOBIA NOW!" Yeah. I have quite a history with Doraemon balloons.
Second, AB was listening on MT's conversation with her boyfriend who had to babysit a bunch of 7th graders. He heard the word "babysit", something clicked in his mind, and began to obsessively interrogate MT, going "Whose baby? But WHOSE BABY IS IT?" When she relayed the message that it was not in fact a baby but a bunch of 7th graders, she went back to her conversation and said "God. I feel like an owl in Harry Potter, delivering messages like that..."
That was when AB made The Statement.
He said: "I hate Harry Potter"
MT was quick to react: "WHAT? STFU! NOBODY CAN HATE HARRY POTTER. IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO HATE A BOOK SO AMAZINGLY WELL WRITTEN OKAY? HOW CAN YOU HATE HARRY POTTER? *more about Harry Potter's awesomness*"
AB said: "I hate Harry Potter"Ah. Life.
So when we were 5 minutes away from my house, we noticed a woman in an extremely shiny sari carrying a baby hopelessly stuffed into equally shiny garments. AB, ever articulate, said:
"Shiny woman!"
And then, I said: "Shiny woman carrying shiny baby!"
After which MT followed with: "WHO EVEN NOTICES SHINY WOMEN WITH SHINY BABIES?!"
All in all, an insane day.
I love my nerds. :)
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