Casing the Joint
Pulling up the collar of his trench coat to cover his face, the man lowered his head and shoved open the glass door. Once inside he knew right where to head. It was always the same; warm, dependable. Strolling confidently past the pink donuts, he lowered his voice and mumbled, "gimme two of those 7-ElevenGo-GoTaquitos®Mexican-stylesnacks!"
This December, I will be returning to India for the 5th time. Five, panch. I cannot wait until the first person in India, recognizing my obvious confidence and familiarity wuth the culture, asks me, "madam, how many times you have been to India?" and I can proudly hold up one entire hand and answer, "Panch, yaar!!" (Notice Apu there only has four fingers....don't ask me what 4 is in hindi, I have no bloody idea.)
This year, Mr Ratburn is coming with me. We are celebrating our 20th wedding anniversary, which is actually in April of 2008, but who in blazes wants to go to India in April? That's just crazy. Ok, so, the India countdown is here again, and isn't it funny, for some strange reason, there are 55 days until I go, just like last years 55. I dont know how that worked out.....but it's pretty cool.
If you wanna know more about 55, check the cool pink button on my sidebar that the most awesome Barman made for us. Have a lovely weekend, everyone!