Decking the halls with holly!

The first of my good friends has declared she's getting married. The groom will be the elder brother's best friend, and the union will take place in the new year. It's all in the family, and every one's happy. They make a handsome couple.
We slash I at Woodchuck wish the happy couple all ze best. ( muah muah!)
As part of the much-in-advance-shaadi-celebrations, bride-to-be and close associates -- myself humbly included -- graced TGIF on Sunday ( joyous Happy Hours), and went only slightly overboard taking photos of each other "like Japanese tourists". (Some of you lucky buggers on my FB list, will get to see photo evidence of such tipsy dementia in due course; as and when shaadi-lady has time to upload and tag us lowly singletons, that is.)

Add to that, another friend on a plane VERY different from accepted -- and thereby another surprise hitchee (?) -- happily cackled into phone that she's off to Paris in Feb to holiday with the boy. Boy works in big fancy London bank, (much to her parent's approval), so the two of them are most charged up about a three-week long London-Paris-Amsterdam trip.
This friend's boyfriend and soon to be fiance -- whom I didn't know too well -- even rung up to wish me on my birthday last year, and said he was sorry he'd be missing out on the party, and consequently, the biryani. Most touching, I thought. Definite brownie point, and sure shot trait of a keeper, I went on.


Although, what beats shaadis in terms of next week's events: New Years! Yaay! But with pub-covers being what they are on that night, a homely celebration is the order of the 31st night. Homely of course equals potluck, bonfire, cosy crowd, dhinchak music, and khaali terraces waiting to be trashed with paper cups and empty liquor bottles.

[loud grin]

To lots of cheer and good times ahead, Season's greetings y'all!