I am suffering from the after effects of yesternight's Toga party at the SUB.

I. Cannot. Drink. Beer.

Half a pint of beer and I'm gone. Note to self: stick to cocktail and wine. Better yet, don't drink.

Anyway, practically everyone went dressed like Romans, there were Roman statues and all that, wasn't too bad. I... improvised. Long shawl, wrapped sarong style and tied behind the neck and jewelled slacks which made me look more gypsy than Roman.

Got back rather early though, around 11.30, 12 o'clock? The rest stayed on till around 2-3am.

Am I getting old(er)? How come I don't enjoy these things anymore?

Why is it that I'd rather sit at home and curl up with a good book with a hot steaming cup of hot chocolate instead?

Or look up recipes on the internet and browse through Nigella Lawson's Feast that I just bought?

I'm getting boring, thats what.

I ended up on the phone for an hour and a half instead. Hehe.

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On another note, been trying to make chapattis lately. Tried my first batch yesterday, since Bansi and I are kinda doing the dinner together kinda thing. He cooked an amazing chickpea sabji which I just couldn't get enough of. He claimed it didn't turn out well, too sour, but hey, I love sour, bring it on. It was LADEN with tomatoes. Yummy I tell you.

The chapattis were okay, only they didn't bloat and were a bit hard. Trying again today, adding more oil to them.