Girlie girls

It's been a long, rough week. And it won't let up for at least another five days. But there are the moments that keep me sane...

Taking a mid-week afternoon chai-coffee break and sitting up in an NYU studio apartment being girlie girls. Shaadi clothes ("I want mine to be a deep red and weigh like 15 kilos!"), gay Pakistani designers ("Bride ko badam khilao!"), people with no taste, people with fabulous taste...

Having a leisurely Friday night dinner, talking more than we eat. Rolling eyes at Pajama Girl ("What is she wearing?? I used to sleep in those!") and Scarlett O'Hara Girl ("It's not supposed to be a corset, honey.") and laughing over high school politics...

Yes, girlie girl moments are fun. Though, of course, the boys are now going to think this totally justifies the times when we're sitting around, talking football and one of them looks up at me and goes, "Oh sorry... Guys, let's talk about Lakme's new shade of lipstick."

Hmph. I happen to like football. It's the best-looking sport.