vanity boo
Had a loooong day trying to get rid of the hangover from last night. Lay around most of the day on the couch with my hand over my eyes, snapping at anyone who came within twenty feet of me. Managed to take a shower and go visit the brother in his new digs at Mac. He's a floor fellow and loving the authority a little too much. I'm glad - I'm sure it'll put hair on his chest. Came home, made dinner (a very sour pad thai and half decent bokchoi) and then my parents' friends called to say they were going to see Vanity Fair, the new Mira Nair movie. So we went for the ten thirty show and it was hideous. Bloated. Boring. Pointless. Anticlimactic. Confusing. The movie didn't go anywhere and the cast of characters kept growing and growing till the very last minute until you wanted to quietly take notes and draw yourself flow charts on the back of your bag of popcorn to keep up. Maybe I'm just still crabby from the hangover... Anyway. Now chatting with the Meghana so everything's better.