I did not know this but someone once said, “A cousin is a ready-made friend for life.” I could not agree more. I have lots and lots of cousins on both side of my family tree who put together more than make up for the fact that I was a single child with a small group of friends.
A lot of single kids wonder what if they had a partner to grow up with. I used to wonder as well but all my cousins gave me the happiness of the brother/sister without all the fighting and craziness. I am the quite type in most situations and my entire persona has a lot to do with the fact that I’ve lived in a low-decibel environment since birth. I would not change a thing if I had to relive it all.
Being in the US the past month and half has been a whole lotta fun as apart from getting regular things done, I’ve been able to hang out with the afformentioned cousins for a lotta time. I can’t get enough apparently because I suggested to Supria who resides in the big apple that we should plan a cousins weekend. Now, with any other group of people, that would have sounded just corny, but we’re the cool kids, I think.
Next thing you know, emails are flying back and forth and this was just one thread on Gmail. Now that everyone was working or doing something productive, the crackberry addicts were out on display. Every time I refreshed the screen or came back to the tab with gmail open, there would be new conversations added. Plans were quickly made, all in matter of days.
Friday night I went over to the big city and chilled with cousin Amit’s friend who had an apartment there. Got tipsy on beer, had some delicious but expensive pizza and then we went out to this gallery by day and club/bar by night place. It was quite interesting. The memories from that night get a little fuzzy at times but suffice to say there WERE pics so it did happen.
A thoughtful nyc cab ride and hookah later, fell asleep. Next morning was walking around the city.. 20 blocks for breakfast I believe. Then more walking, cab drive to Museum of Natural History where we took some humorous and imaginative photos. There was once scene where they showed Persia and on the right hand upper corner, I kid you not, There was a man on a flying carpet. I hope that this is a practical joke/easter egg which is cool and not a misnomer which would suck.
Later Saturday night went to a nightclub called Aspen which as the name implies resembles a ski lodge from Colorado. Nicely done but very crowded taking half an hour to get a drink. Not the kind of place I would like to chill at. Later that night stuff happened with some people that shall remain unsaid.
Sunday morning was a lazy day with late brunch and then with Supria and Sameer got a few beers at a really nice bar called Third and Long. Good stuff.
All in all a very fun weekend and as people started leaving on Sunday, it felt like the ending of Ocean’s Eleven where the main characters start disappearing from view after watching the fountain at mirage. Some plans were made to do it again but I was the only one who went to boston the following weekend. Those adventures to follow.
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