I met a fit (and you’ll know it), witty blogger at our fantastic SF Meetup this summer and I was immediately smitten like a kitten. She played it cool though, observing all the shenanigans around her while remaining slightly apart from the hoi polloi, a sphinx in our midst with an inscrutable smile. Either that or she was bored. Or pissed that I made her leave the east bay for North Beach.
No matter. Next to her, I was tigger, bouncing about, pouncing on Oms and Vinods alike, leaving glitter on everyone who had the misfortune of being accosted by a squealing, hugging, air kissing, scenery-masticator. Leaving the Meetup was like walking out of Scores après-laptease, you were marked by the shimmer of this social beast.
Not her, though. I didnÂ’t dare sully her hipper-than-thou, old skool track jacket, nor did I ever notice the omniscient eyes behind her alternagirl specs change their appraising gaze. Who was this woman? What was she considering so carefully as she observed the dozen desis around her? Where did she get that outfit? I wanted her. To tell me, I mean. 😉
I always get what I want (even when itÂ’s so late in the game, I no longer want it, but thatÂ’s not the case here so letÂ’s cut the parenthetical chitchat, shall we?)
Meet our next guestblogger, Ads. SheÂ’s a Buddhist guitarist, a left-coast dwelling east-coaster, an all-around original who remains anonymous, because you would all stalk her if you could (you know you would).
Sigh. I havenÂ’t had a pledge to haze since college (Cicatrix wasnÂ’t interested in getting paddled by ME). It feels ridiculously good to be someone’s akka again.
Now. Just because I
- make her do flatliner shots whenever she forgets to state everything in the form of a question
- lie to Abhi about how she’s a Creationist so he’ll follow/berate her
- wake her in the middle of the night via airhorn
- lock her in the freezer for kicks
- force her to answer Ennis’ fanmail
- have her pick the lint off all the teeshirts in the store room
- order her to Trader Joe’s to fetch my preferred brand of 1% milk
or otherwise torture her doesn’t mean you are allowed to do so– be good to her or feel the wrath of my stiletto heels. And no, you won’t enjoy it. Ladies and Gentlemen, straight out of a very small and uncomfortable spot in the North Dakota bunker– Ads!
OMG- color me psyched!!!!!!!
For the record, Anna’s gracious introduction makes me sound far cooler than I actually am in real life. My hipper-than-thou aloofness was actually just sheer terror in the face of normal social interactions. And “guitarist-in-training” would probably be a more accurate description, since my entire repertoire at the moment consists of “Happy Birthday” and “You are My Sunshine.”
She really did lock me in the freezer, though.
Was that phrased in the form of a question? Hmmm? Assume the position, pledge Ads. And wash all these shot glasses when you’re done flatlining. 😉
Ads, Your bollywood “synopses” are more entertaining than the actual films. And almost as long! When you gonna review Salaam Namaste?
Thanks, Sir Ches! Unfortunately, none of my friends seem to share my inexplicable Saif-love, so I’ll probably have to wait for the Salaam Namaste DVD.
what an outrage!? I suggest you get new friends or move to NYC 😉
Kidding totally, but I’m very excited you’re guest-blogging!
I am but a lowly blogfriend, but I do love Saif. However, I do not love Fremont. 😉
Thanks, DD!
brimful, Now that you’ve professed your love, I’m going to have to convince you to come to my place for a Saifestival.
Ooh, it could be a theme night, where we watch all the movies where he knocks up Preity Zinta! Though that would be nine hours of Saif, which is probably too much, even for me.
Nine hours? Aaaargh, I hate it when I can’t remember a film I should! “Kya Kehna” and “Salaam Namaste,” which one is the third?
(Possible Kal Ho Naa Ho spoiler ahead…)
I was fudging it a bit, because I counted “Kal Ho Naa Ho” (since they end up having a kid at the end). I know it’s kind of cheating, but I like Kal Ho Naa Ho, and wanted to include it in the Saifestival.
Ahh, thanks! (For a second you had me worried that my Bollymemory was deserting me)…so grateful am I that you’re forgiven your fondness for “Kal Ho Na Ho”… 🙂
Dude, I’m sooooo reading this blog with you as a guest blogger. Yeah for you!
wow! You guys pick the weekend I finally step away from my computer for a long out-of-town weekend to pick not one, but TWO guestbloggers! Awesome ones at that! So many new posts to read..aw Sepia…I was trying to control my addiction, but you are such a cruel mistress…