Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
I'll be honest - in the beginning, we were rooting for this guy. Two years in prison for public indecency and drunkeness is a bit much (funny fact: in Canada, it's 10 years!). Then it was commuted to 3 months and deportation, which didn't sound so bad (after all, he was REALLY drunk and resisting arrest, naked).
But then we met himat a party our friend threw before Thanksgiving. Not only did we think it was weird for a guy who was on trial for drinking and out on bail to be completely wasted, but apparently he thinks it's his right to be a complete tool.
At the party, he started destroying furniture and starting fights - run of the mill for some angrier drunks, but this guy had to be locked in a room. When he busted out, the rest of the party locked him out of the apartment just as we were leaving. The four of us are waiting for an elevator watching him, steaming mad, pacing back and forth in front of us. Finally, he says "F*CK IT" at the top of his lungs, gets a running start, and KICKS DOWN THE DOOR of our friend's apartment. The door comes off the hinges, splinters fly everywhere, and we head into the elevator as quick as possible.
Apparently he went back in and started a few more fights before being forcibly subdued - he only paid back the owners of the apartment once they threatened to take him back to the police with a fresh new story of his debauchery.
Unfortunately for the world at large, this guy was convicted, deported, and just set free back in the UK. Of course, this means you can now hear his sad, sad, tale straight from his own mouth on CNN. I especially love the part where he isn't releasing any details of what he did with his girlfriend - until he gets paid by a British tabloid (honestly - his words). The second-favorite part? "I was naive". Umm - "I was just under the impression I could get drunk, take a girl out to the beach, get naked, resist arrest, punch a policeman, start fights at parties, and break down my friend's front door. What, aren't Muslims supposed to be good-natured hosts?"
Sunday, December 21, 2008
The majority of the time has been spend on a wedding planning blitz, as we try to nail down all the details for our Aug 29th wedding in Washington, DC. My mom, and her twin, my aunt Theresa met us as we came off the flight in NYC where we went to Kleinfeld and found “the dress”!
We then traveled to Lancaster, PA where we met with our wedding photographer, Jeremy Hess, and he treated us to a 3 hour engagement session. Hopefully, we can share the pictures soon!Matt’s been a great sport about the rest of the planning as we’ve been jetting around Washington, DC meeting with the pastor, the florist, the caterer, the reception site, the event logistics team, and the bakeries! Although, I don’t think you have to feel too bad for him, take a peek at the pictures below and see if you pity him for “suffering” through the catering and cake tasting!
Thursday, December 11, 2008
They were great! Actually much more rock n' roll live then they are on the radio. They appeased the crowd with a bunch of their hits and we had no problem booging down to our favorite songs! Matt also happened to run into our friend, and my boss, Manaf, and we had a great time with his two kids! Matt practiced balancing them on his shoulders periodically so they could see, and I showed them the art of the air guitar and microphone!It was a great finale to a great year. Matt and I are flying home in 24 hours and can't wait to see our family and friends over the Christmas break. It's hard to believe that we've been here a year, and we know that we would have never made it without all of your love. Can't wait to see you all soon!
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
On our second day in Kochi we took a cruise along the backwaters of the country side and sailed through the narrow waterways to see the daily life of the folks there. There houses come right up to the water and they were busy trading, washing, bathing, and waving to us! We had a home cooked traditional lunch and when we stopped to eat, two little girls from the village down the path offered us flower corsages, in exchange to practice their English with us! We traded basic conversation and gave them a pen and paper too, they were thrilled beyond belief. I’ll let the pictures speak for some of the other sights!
Our last day was spend on an adventure through the hills to find an “elephant training center”, the center itself didn’t live up to the expectations, it was more of a not-well kept zoo, but that did mean that we got to have lots of interactions with the animals, namely the baby elephant and the free roaming monkeys. Afterwards we grabbed a few coconuts for lunch!
We spent our last night at the Fort Kochi cultural centre watching a beautiful form of dance called Kathakali. It is believed to have begun in the 1st century and it puts a huge emphasis on facial expressions and eye movements, while wearing elaborate costumes to tell a story. We loved the show, but the sad part was that it was our last night in Kochi. We can’t say enough nice things about the sites and the people. Although, my taste buds don’t seem to be too sad not to have curry for breakfast anymore!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
And it begins. The massage consits of a head massage with what must have been a litre of oil - I think the guy made my hair into a mohawk for fun. After that, they have you "get comfortable" - which was anything but. They then tie a string around your waist, and a 3" wide piece of cloth to the string in the front. Off comes the underwear (apparently it wasn't optional, like they promised), and he reaches under and ties the strip to your waist in the back.
Yeah, that's protecting nothing.
Then, for 75 minutes, the two men took turns preparing hot oil bags and using them to scrub my skin. What's a hot oil bag? Well, they use the stove to heat a pan of oil, fry herbs in the oil, then pack the hot, fried herb mash into a canvas pouch - which is then periodically reheated as their sear your skin with it.
The whole experience is somewhere between what it must be like to be embalmed and what a Thanksgiving turkey goes through - it didn't help that I swear they were frying this stuff in vegetable oil. At the end of the whole experience, I was burned, sore, violated - and hungry for some chicken. Go figure.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
An impromtu concert on the streets. Lisa bought a horn made out of a dried gourd.
In front of the Indian Ocean.
Our sweet ride around town.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Chop those gizzards, Maya!
Why is the Englishman the one carving the turkey?
Enlightening our friends across the pond on the Thanksgiving Story.