I was invited to a friend from work’s new born baby’s dedication party.

Unfamiliar with the concept of a dedication party, my Roman Catholic mind linked it to a christening.

We Indian people take Christenings seriously. They are usually characterized by the hundred or so guest invited, gifts of gold, and open bars. Grand, fabulous affairs. We Catholics we do it big, (ever wonder where your Sunday collections go to? Check out the Vatican’s gold gilded walls.)

Fabulous I thought, this is a perfect venue for my new BCG stilettos and the pretty silk dress I had picked up.

Walking into the party fashionably late, I was soon alarmed. It turn out a dedication party is equivalent to a party in the hood. Capri pants, crops tops and crazy hair is all the rage. Silky dresses and clutch purses, not so much.

It didn’t help that all evening my similarly draped friend kept referring to my outfit as the Oscar ensemble.

Needless to say we were the center of attention all night. Turns out hood boyz luve little Oscar tings.

Just so you know: this is the reason a girl always asks another girl attending an event, “What are you going to wear?”

A Not so All Inclusive Story

When I bought my condo I convinced myself that there was no need for me to shell out the extra fees for one with a pool. I told myself that I would hardly ever use the facilities and that it would be a huge waste.

My dear readers I was wrong, so wrong.

This weekend, I spent all day, (till the last rays of sunlight were visible) sitting around my friends pool on Lakeshore. Not only was the pool gorgeous, (pristine water,) outdoors, (fresh air) and sunny, (the rays burning into my skin,) there were men. Lot’s and lot’s of well built, scantily attired men. It felt like Cuba.

Through the course of the day many friendships were formed. Like Cuba we got several invitations to have dinner and go partying. We politey refused all, but in the end, one persistent fella, insisted that we come over for dinner. He repeated many times how they had tons of food, and the words burgers, wings, steaks were flung around. Anyone who knows anything about pools, knows that pool hunger cannot be ignored. So we offer to make a salad and made a date. The boys leave us at the pool, where we proceed to spend thirty more minutes greedily soaking up the last of the evening sun. We then head up to change, and mosey along over to their flat.

As we enter the smell of barbeque envelopes us like a comforting friend ushering us inside.

And then we notice the empty plates.

It seems that these boys couldn’t wait, they were hungry and its obvious their feast is over. A quick pan around the room, reveals two of them slouching on a sofa, hands in comfortable 'ball feeling' positin. Alarm bells start to ring in my head, but I sit back giving them the benefit of doubt and think, "oh they were hungry, I am sure they’ve got some left for us. "

They didn’t have a thing. Not a thigh, not a bit of bread from their promised burgers..... nothing at all. .

Then they tell us their out of wine and carelessly offer us a glass of water.

One of the lazy ones proceeded to give us directions to an Italian joint, which he claims is great value.

At which point my blood began to boil. It was a combination of sunning for eight hours, pool hunger, and far fetched promises by these hogs that finally did it in. Grabbing our paltry salad, we bid them goodnight. One had the nerve to invite us back later for drinks…..

So what's the difference between lake shore pools and Cuba? In an All inclusive’s, boys can be impressive since everything is on the house.

(Men Note: Good Manners would have been to at the very least call for take out!)

A perfect Project Management quote:

Laurence J. Peter - "Lead, follow, or get out of the way."

I am a bad, bad blogger…. spank me!

It’s been a while, I know.

Here’s what I’ve been up to in a nutshell:

Partying it up for Caribanna, first there was an all red fete, where my pretty red shorts were a hit, then an all white fete, then an outdoor fete, then an indoor fete….and just generally a lot of fun in the sun…

Transitioning at work-before I get to start my new job, I have to complete another phase of my current project. I’ve discovered a new pet peeve, the “cc.” Why oh why are people so childish that they feel the need to cc other people on every single email they send, as if to warn you, that look their telling their bosses, so you better shape up….psssh.

I hadn’t signed my new offer letter and I had an inkling that since my current boss presented the offer, I had better get it all in writing. Right enough, in chatting with my new boss, her offer letter had a $2000 discount on the proposed salary. When I pointed out the error my new boss, whom we shall fondly refer to as SS henceforth, got visibly angry. Infact I swear at one point her creepy little eyes rolled into the back of her head. She was huffing and puffing about other people giving me wrong information and then began to challenge me, insinuating that I was very petty for wanting my promised 2k. As the drama played out, I got my money, but now have a dreaded feeling about leaving one awful boss for another more wretched soul. After all she has no P&L to worry about, and the money would make absolutely no difference to her, so her anger seems to unwarranted. On the bright side it just means a lot more stories for you folks!

It’s pouring in Toronto today. I went to the gym and holding my umbrella I revelled in a memory long forgotten, the setting Mumbai, in my grand mother’s garden, splashing around in the monsoons with my two cousins, in our red gum boots, me looking deeply into the sky at the wondrous, huge drops engulfing my face, marvelling at the majesty of rain. And then there’s the smell that comes with rain…..


I’m going on a mini trip to New York for labour day weekend, so all you bloggers in the vicinity holler, and let’s plan to meet up. I need help finding those beautiful fake fendi’s.

In keeping with my quest to learn more about myself I am putting together a list of all the things that get me excited in life and all the things that just mere thought of doing them or being around them make me want to run for my bed and curl up. This is supposed to give me some insights into finding my grand vocation.

The rain is clearing up now, and little rays of sun are peeking through, so I am off to shower, and put on my new green dress, that is strategically cut, my sexy black heels and head of for a friends birthday, you folks have a good night….