With Boyfriend in India, I’ve decided to change things up a bit around here from my standard “here’s some stuff I want to buy!” and do a sort of personal, day-in-review each day. I’ll include tid-bits about my day, things I would normally have told him over dinner together, and some photos (mostly of Fitz). I’ll post about the day prior every morning for the next 2 weeks.
So I already figured out the whole time difference thing that gave me so much trouble the last time Boyfriend abandoned me for India. But I suddenly didn’t become awesome at math or anything, no no. Thank you new phone, for giving me the option of adding a city to my home screen. Not that it makes any more sense now, because it doesn’t. Reverse the am/pm, subtract 2.5 hours. Where is the gin? By the time I’m waking up in the morning, Boyfriend has worked an entire full day. Sort of like how it goes when he’s home and I refuse to get up earlier than 11am.
He took off out of Newark at 9pm Saturday night, and landed in Mumbai 15 hours later, at a little after 12pm on Sunday, or 10pm-ish India time. Then at 7pm Philly time he took a flight from Mumbai to Bangalore. I slept pretty poorly Saturday night; I have this thing from watching too much Law and Order that the moment it gets dark outside and I’m home alone I start legitimately believing that I’m going to be murdered in my bed. It’s totally normal. But Fitz gave me the best present of all time and slept until the unheard-of-for-him hour of 8:30am.
I had all these grand plans of vacuuming the house on Sunday but I got sucked into this season of Project Runway and then there was a marathon of Sex and the City. Remember the last time Boyfriend fled the country because he clearly loves India more than he loves me (ahem), all I did was watch Gossip Girl and I caught up on two whole seasons? Style Network is so cruel, they were showing the first 4 episodes of season 1 yesterday, so I basically started over.
I finally tore myself off the couch and went to Shake Shack. I waited until 3pm to go, figuring the line that is perpetually snaking around the building would have died down. And it had, but it was still packed. Did you know they serve beer and wine in there? Apparently the novelty has not yet worn off, and they gave me one of those little devices they hand out at Olive Garden that lights up when your order is ready. Apparently a burger and fries isn’t always fast food. But I totally get the hype now. It was delicious, and I don’t even like burgers!
They have a new custard flavor every day, and Sunday is Heirloom Tomato flavor. I know, right?! I figure Boyfriend would love it (tomatoes are his absolute favorite thing in the world, he loves them almost as much as he loves India, both of which are more than he loves me, ahem ahem), so I’m going to head back next weekend and buy a big serving and stash it in the freezer. Hopefully it holds until he get back. I’m actually planning on going back on Saturday, too, since it’s Salted Caramel custard day. Uh, yum.
Later in the day I dusted the place and washed Fitz’s comforter. Let’s hope he doesn’t vomit on it again at 5 in the morning like he did last week. Speaking of Fitz, there was lots of this going on yesterday:
Please notice his fat belly.
And also lots of this, too:
That was my Sunday. How was yours?
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