Its been a while since I blogged. I haven't completed the Chicago trip coverage. Let me see... last day at Chicago was spent exploring the various parts of the city that minority communities called their niche. Devon St for some puri-bhaji. Chinatown for some green tea and a massage. Greektown for a scrumptious dinner and "Opa!". That pretty much wraps up the trip. Memorable. Lovely. Just made better by the company you travel with. B for best.

Now onto some other news for the month. I lost an earring the other day and realised that it must've made its way to the trash somehow. Of course you ask how I came to that conclusion. Simple enough, it was left on the dresser and next to it were some tissues and um... some other trash-worthy items that are likely to be on a boudoir dresser. As enthusiastic as B is about cleaning, he can sometimes over clean. One fell swipe of the dresser and my earring went along with the rest of the gunk.

I might not have even noticed the missing jewellery if both earrings had gone. I mean, you either throw it all in the trash, or none. In retrospect, I wonder if its a good thing that only one disappeared. Only those of you who wear ear embellishments can empathise with me when I say there is nothing more frustrating that having one and pulling your hair out looking for the other. Except if you are gay. The one that's in your hand is a reminder of how much you loved wearing it, how well it went with every outfit and how now you might never find another pair like those! Weep weep.

Some clever observation of the dresser made me realise that it was cleared of ...er... stuff. And since I had no hand in it, I set about questioning the suspect. Some gold digging in the trash can and voila! I also enrolled in Hygienic Jewellery 101 that day.

Oh, I got a haircut the other day. Even the hair stylist noted the kink in my hair and gave me some tips on blow drying + styling. Apparently even my short hair needs some setting. Oh well, I like my hair the way it is, kink and all.

Stock markets are doing well. My portfolio is not. That sucks.

Christmas is round the corner. Decorations and lights are out. A lot of Santas everywhere. I'd like to sit on his lap but I hear he is strict about the children only policy.

Played some golf this weekend. The weather is unusually warm. No snow yet, barring the one day a few weeks back. Anyway, good golfing weather and B & I were out swinging. A lot of right misses on my part. I was told my arms were lagging vis-a-vis my hips. I tried to undo it and screwed up my game more. On a lighter side, I felt like hip-gyrating Helen on the golf course! Oooo... Mehbooba... Mehbooba... Oooo