It's been a depressing day. The weather's been with me on this one, grey and gloomy. Gym-that-took-my-blood tells me there's something wrong with the results (I shall find out more tomorrow) and I'm vitamin D deficient. Oh well, add one more to the list of my deficiencies why-don't-you?
Interestingly, I and my family (or guardians, whichever applies) were invited to a 'matchmaking event'. I kid-you-not, someone cooked up a desi version of speed-shaadi where your family (cultural context still very important babies) purchases tickets to a dinner held at a fancy restaurant where other families with similar ambitions attend. You're encouraged to 'network' with prospective in-laws, and if something seems right, meet up later to talk real shaadi-business. Although I'm appalled at the thought of subjecting myself to such brazen marital pursuit, I'm totally intrigued. When you think about it, it's actually rather clever. And undoubtedly profitable venture for marriage-obsessed Pakistan.
Speaking of which, my (younger) brother took a flying leap off the single boat last week. Someone congratulates me on his engagement today, and then says oh-so-snidely, did they get tired of waiting for you to go first then? I smile (while mentally throwing the annoying SoB off a cliff) and tell him they probably did. *sigh*
Chalo koi nai, atleast work is good. I may be single, but I'm not broke.
Shopping, anyone? :P