A Crackberry Man-Whore No More

A Crackberry Man-Whore No More

So, I arrived back in town today from Dallas. Now, the Dallas Fort Worth Airport is aesthetically decent, but someone please tell me why in the hell their rental car return center is located like 5 miles from the actual airport? You have to take a shuttle from the rental car center to the actual airport. I considered this completely asinine. I really didn’t understand that. But, the saving grace was that the ticket counter for each airline was directly next to the actual set of gates for that airline. So, pretty much, after you check-in at the ticket counter, you literally walk 10 feet to security and then BAM! – you’re at your gate. You don’t have to take a train or anything. I’m not sure if that compensates for the logistically deficient rental car center, but it definitely is a welcome idea.

I sold my Blackberry Pearl today. So, that is one less thing to worry about. I am a crackberry man-whore no more. I think I’m going to try to keep things simple when it comes to cell phones. I don’t really care too much for having an mp3 player, megapixel camera, or 3G on my phone. I just want a phone that works – and works damn well. A phone whose strength is just that: its capabilities as a PHONE. You know, a phone with ultra-clear reception and great battery life. i guess if I was willing to part with the 20-30 bucks/month necessary for a data plan, then I’d be more inclined to purchase one of those “fancy boy” phones. However, since I am adverse to slicing that much extra provolone each month, I will abstain.

It seems as though it’s getting harder to gather folks to go out to places nowadays. Some folks have intensified their obligations while others are trying to lay low. Seems like everyone is doing their thing right now, therefore, it seems to have gotten a lot harder to congregate folks. I think that I enjoy being bored sometimes, but never for too long. Just as soon as I realize how good it feels to not be doing a damn thing, I have the urge to actually do something. As ironic as it sounds, I get bored of being bored sometimes. I think that is probably why I’m usually down for whatever, whenever. The only problem is that most of the time, I am the person who has to gather folks. Why couldn’t some of my friends be a little more proactive? Sometimes, I wish that other people would brainstorm the plans for the evening. That way, all I would have to do is show up and have a good time. But, I’m not as disillusioned as you may think I am – I know that ain’t happening.

Up next week is my cousin’s wedding in The Bluegrass State (Kentucky). Her family is loaded and word on the street is that the wedding could be extravagant. Their immediately family epitomizes and justifies the brown stereotype. The mother is an anesthesiologist, the father is a doctor, one daughter began her residency as a doctor a few years back, and the daughter getting married next week just graduated med school recently. 4 for 4 on the desi stereotype – they are batting a 1,000! My goodness. Geez, spare some scrubs for the rest of the family, will ya?

That is why I anticipate an excessively grandiose wedding. Plus the fact that her older sister got married a few years back and chose not to have the typical, big fancy Indian wedding. So, their parents didn’t exactly get to go all out as they had hoped. But, the one getting married next week is their last daughter and she seems perfectly fine with going abundantly over the top with extravagance and lavish opulence. I’m not sure that the wedding will live up to those standards, but I’m pretty damn sure it’ll be fancier than her sister’s.

Now, I don’t normally make threats, neither am I the type to authoritatively intimidate, but she BETTER have paneer at the wedding. Her sister did not. That day will forever live in infamy. Although, she did kind of sort of pseudo make up for it by serving a mushroom palak shakh instead of the traditional palak paneer. She must have known that she would have to appease me somehow because of her decision to not serve paneer at the reception. She knew right – and the mushrooms did ease the pain caused by the absence of my favorite North Indian treat. She somehow played with fire – and did not get burnt. Her sister better be sure to not press her luck in the same manner.

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