Spare me for the use of sloppy creativity to name this post though the events I recount here undeniably conform to it. As a student of an interdisciplinary program at my university I was denied the regular fall-term break as the business and the engineering schools had them on different dates and this was one reason for my overt eagerness to have a blasting time in the Thanksgiving break. Unlike my earlier vacations this did not undergo any bloated planning which might be the magical reason for being lucky enough to have had good fun for three days.
The lump that I had developed in my throat is slowly melting away as I begin to enjoy the aspects this new place, people, its customs and moods. The break also gave an opportunity for Sarath to break the virtual shackles that held him in Penn State and explore new avenues (i.e. Ann Arbor, exaggeration alert!). After the expected arrival and departure of my cousin's family I had three full days to waste. Sarath's suggestions to bring in some old partners in crime (I know not many understand this) to enhance the utility function provided by this break were unabashedly declined by me. The fun, though, was not reduced a bit as we had alcohol in many of its forms pouring in the living rooms, back-home style foods to devour,many under-valued-girls who had surprisingly turned out to be valuable-assets to gossip about (who said engineers don't do cheesy-gossiping?!), propose plausible reasons for such a mutation in girls, envy about friends with hot girlfriends, rue about our decision to/not-to form some past relationships and look into the seemingly-obscure future. After a very long time (actually it had been about 7 months or a little more but seemed like it was in my previous-birth) I had spent my time in things like this with an old-buddy so it bought back the fun side of my personality. It was also the melancholy tone of my daily schedule that made such obvious boy-group-fun seemed lot-of-fun.
