Back from Barisal

Where I was doing this... and boy, am I exhausted. However, I think I'll sleep a lot more soundly tonight without constantly waking up, afraid of finding another giant roach in my room. Maybe more on it later, depending how I'm feeling.

Anyway, I was reading this entry at the fabulous Go Fug Yourself and was amused by this quote:

"It reminds me very much of a bridesmaid dress that Marisa unwisely repurposed because the bride told her she could someday. (Never listen to the brides, people. They are crazy. They are trying to make you feel better about spending all the money on the dress that you only wear for one night, and in a fog of self-consciousness and stress and possibly a sugar high from all that cake-tasting, they're also trying to convince themselves and everyone else that their pick really IS so awesome that you'll want to wear it again, thus making them way cooler and more fashion-forward than every other bride in the world.)"

It made me giggle and also made me want to take a straw poll of my bridesmaids to find out whether, more than a year later, any of them have managed to reuse their dresses (which I thought were simple enough to maybe, maybe work in another context???). But I feel like that would be rude, so I am just going to silently hope they will read this blog entry and respond of their own volition. A picture of the dress, for your reference--it's deep purple, v-neck, knee-length:


In other excellent news, The White Tiger is one of the funnest reads ever. Acquire it immediately. Okay, maybe I am biased living in South Asia and living its observations every day... but I am pretty convinced it's awesome no matter what.