I hope that I don't get the flu. My roommate has been down for 5 days now, and so is someone at work.
But, I leave in 6 days. It really hasn't hit me. I have to start packing at some point, and I am very lazy.
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Get well and come home--the sooner you come home, the sooner you can join the drum circle at GG Park with your tablas. Dirty Pillows will be ready to take you there.
Come back Priya! And bring some Indian sweets!
No, really- I am super happy you'll be back here soon. Yay! Come back and kick some more ass!
(Please don't play your tablas in the office.)
Look, I am indian so I can get away with playing the tablas without being a hippie.
I am FAT from all the indian sweets, so no way am I bringing any home. That is dangerous.
However, I will be eating huge burritos every day for a month, so I am not sure how that will work.
I can't wait for you to bring your brand, spanking new tablas to the Mission. We'll go Chavitas and sit around the table and share carne asada and al pastor burritos and you'll show off your various bol techniques and entertain us with an epic Rag (is your Bayan made of copper or steel? I am most intrigued). The sizzle of cattle flesh will play backdrop to the mystic beats of your pahkawaj. Strangers will enter and wonder how something so wonderful can come from Priya's tiny hands.
Let me guess, the Mission is either Tracy or Brian Stannard.
Actually, they are steel. The guy had a tiny shop on a corner of the street. I am SO excited, I have ALWAYS wanted to play the tablas. There are people in the bay area that give lessons.
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