A bottle of Riesling...

... and the Guha girls are pitzy. How sad a reflection is this of our partying prowess when one of us is swaying on her feet, feeling extraordinarily lucid betwix hiccups? Featherweight! That's what happens when you're a size zero. I know, I'm a terrible older sibling, but she's just so cute when she's had more than she can handle. Flawless bone strucure, weaving all across the room, insisting it's not funny :-). Good thing we scrapped the dinner at Flor de Sol, because, now she's reacting to the shellfish, but is way too overloaded for the anti-histamines.... Sheesh - and people ask why i don't have children!! Still, they do make fantastic material for a comedy club and Veronica Mosey was hysterically funny. But it's not going to be a fun morning at the Guha household trying to make it to Jean Georges by 12.15 tomorrow - no wonder Rahul the Yellow is so keen to get off to work bright and early. Well, every woman needs a challenge, especially when she's on holiday, and the brat did treat me to a massage, so here I am, sitting on the bathroom floor trying desperately to stop laughing at Mim's attempts to throw up, so reminiscent of her 17th birthday, except at that time, it was Sarika's blonde tresses I was holding back over the pot. How can one be suitably solicitous when a dimple sporting, pretty little thing keeps sticking her tongue out going 'bwuuuuu' in a series of feeble attempts to be sick??
Now, I'm being told off for laughing at her misfortune and putting a crimp on her bomi, amidst dire threats of divorce being heaped on Rahul's hapless head for his distinct lack of sympathy. Twenty minutes and eqloquently precise inquiries as to how I know when I'm drunk (I have distinct equilibrium issues combined with unbecoming giggles and a proclivity towards lucidity myself ) are interrupted by an unexpected call from Georgia, which turns out to be my mother (go figure!) and I have to listen to 'make her eat some bread' wisdom. Wonderful. Is there no end in sight? 45 minutes later, and apparently now, I'm the awesomest. Think I should remind her the next time we're at each others throats?? Still, we have a chummy bathroom floor chat about how she will do bomi in Rahul's shoes as revenge for his distinct lack of sympathy at her fragile status, which turns to horrified shock when it is revealed that I've never actually harboured any thoughts of doing bomi into Aashish's shoes, not even when we split - what kind of a relationship did I have? Jeez - three glasses of wine and I'm on the bathroom floor communing with Godzilla the petite.