Ok so part of India is the Malaria pills and each one has different side effects. I’m on Malarone and its only side effect is intensely vivid realistic dreams. To help with it Started with me at wal-mart talking to Stephen in the movie section and I leave because I needed to meet this guy for a date. I was at this fancy restaurant with this odd guy AND his parents. He was tall skinny and blond with a thin face and a mousy voice the kind of guy who annoys the hell out of me and not even remotely the kind of guy I would ever date in a million years. his mother was acting like we were already getting married and gonna “make babies”. My parents were sitting at the next table giving me strange looks.
I eventually got up and excused myself to the bathroom. I get there and all of the sudden im in this dress. Which was ok with me since it was an Indian bathroom (meaning a whole in the ground to pee in and a faucet next to you to rinse ur hand with after u wipe with it). The faucet wouldn’t turn off and my shoes were getting really wet and felt slimy and then the door turns into a curtain and is blowing open. There is this 9 year old girl dancing around the bathroom in this strange dress and she has this evil face and she turns to me while I’m squatting and tells me my dress is too short. I stand up and tell her to go back to her parents and leave adults alone and she starts playin with the hem on my dress and tellin me it’s too short then skips away with this evil smile. My mom runs in and asks me what I did to this girl and I was so confused and then she saw my wet shoes and turns around and gets a new pair out of a dispenser.
So my parents leave and I go back to the date and this kid is actin even weirder so I tell them I was sorry but I needed to leave I was feeling uncomfortable and that this guy shouldn’t call me again. The mothers face was so disappointed and the dad started laughing. I got up and took the bus home (not strange except that doesn’t happen in crystal lake).
I get home and my mother is hanging the phone up and my dad has a very strange expression on his face. My mom is smiling though and says “ash that was steve he called to see if u had studied for a test and was upset when I told him u had, and I asked if he was in the class and he said no just knew u needed help studying.” My dad asks ”what was with the singin deb?” she responded “Oh…well. Steve needed me to sing while he spoke because he doesn’t like the thought of someone listening on the other end of the phone it was strange but I kind of enjoyed it” and then I woke up very confused and looked around expecting to be in my house.
Now mind you this entire dream was in real time and all of my surroundings were exactly like they should be with very few things popping out of nowhere or things that don’t belong. It always weird’s me out when they are that real. There are times they are so real I stand up and go do things when I wake up and I have no idea why I did them and then I realize it was what I had been doing in my dream.
Ok so last Thursday was the cultural show for SIP students which meant I had to perform on a stage (I hate being on stage I prefer being behind it if u know me u’d know that one). So we have to get there at 2 for the show at 7 (supposed to be 6 but its india we start when we’re ready and when people show up. so we get out make-up done and they glue our eyebrows and that was annoying. But the make-up was intense and everyone kept telling my my eyes looked crazy because I have really light eyes and the make-up was jet black. So we eventually go to put on costumes….that was a mess. They had taken our measurements and well lets just say the top to my costume wouldn’t fit the smallest girl in our group, she had too much boobs for the costume….oh it was really very funny for about 5 mins. Then 5 of us realized after we tried on all the tops that none of us could fit in them and we started to stress a little. The guys called and had the company send new costumes and sumana flew off the handle when the guy had said he was at the gate and hour before and 5 of us still weren’t in costumes. So we had the guys do our hair which was a long braid and very heavy head pieces. We didn’t look like ourselves as u can see in the picture. We kept asking if who we were talking to.
Eventually 15 mins before we were going on the costumes showed up. so I got to put on a top and by this point im stressed and annoyed and ready to give up and go home so I can study for the final I had in the morning. So I put on the top and it’s too small and I was like tiff this thing has to fit and she goes ok this is gonna be uncomfortable but we’ll make it work. So we started shoving my boobs into the top and we couldn’t stop laughing for like 5 mins it was too funny, eventually we got 3 out of the 7 clasps to shut, since it was covered by another piece of fabric we decided it was ok and just moved on. It was too funny. So we did the performance and I of course freak on stage and messed up aaaaa lot and apparently no one noticed but I did really bad from what I do when I’m not on stage.
So after the show we went to dinner in this tent outside the SIP building (it looked really pretty) and the food was GREAT they had kabobs and this pasta that I went for thirds on no lie. It was such amazing pasta, especially compared to anything I had ever had here for sure. And they had punch it was yummy.
This weekend didn’t get too much sleep with studying for the exam after the cultural show and then the power and a/c being out for most of Friday night and most of Friday itself, which in a 106 degree weather is like a death sentence.
Sunday we went to the wedding for our Kuchipudi teachers niece (well the reception) and it was sooo strange. the men were all in jeans and women in pretty sarees. and all we did was sit around for 2 hours and talk to each other. we had gone in cabs because it was pretty far from campus and it was night time and we only had them for 4 hours so when they finally opened the buffet line we all gobbled up some food and had to leave quick to get back within the 4 hours. to be honest it was pretty and when i get pictures from tiffani (i left my camera card in my room by accident) i'll post some of us all in our sarees.
Love you all and miss you can't wait to get home and see you
Ashes
