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A Movable Feast | 2008-11-18
The Fashion Bitch attends the Times Food Guide party
Hey Sugars...I guess I will have to give you another food name from now...hey macaroons...nah that sounds like baboons...so sugars it will be then. Boyfriend was aghast at the news I broke last night, after the i-pill inspection. Tee hee!
Am not telling you, so this is what I did, I lugged him along to the Times Food Guide party, oooh...we were like salivating to get to the food bit...me especially, kept teasing him how I was in the mood for something sour, something salty!
The Times chap guest list was a who‘s who of the fit and the underfed. In between my buffet plate run to the pile up counter, I had to smile though my mouth full, to a lot of Bollywood A-listers. So embarrassing, to be caught on cam, stuffing my face!
You know how paranoid these stars are about being caught with things stuck between their teeth. Eeww, let‘s not even go there man! So anyways, let‘s get to the salad portion first, while I check what‘s in the main course and who‘s going to be my dessert!
Salman brushed past the security to land up right next to me at the serving counter. Butter chicken it will be, with dollops of butter please! How he keeps so fit, those buttery girls flock to give him shape. He was looking dressed for a 5 course meal. And believe you me, we guys were the first with our plates and last ones to finish. Some competition I gave him there.
What dressing John! I would like to see you dressed only in salad leaves from now on so that I can munch as much as I want and stay fit. John was looking hotter than any of the beefcake on the menu. Yum, I wanted a slice so much, and after ‘Dostana‘ you don‘t need to guess where I want to bite. Notty, notty, notty munda.
Shiney Ahuja came in half drunk, and still in his shiny alien astro jacket. Dahling we know your name is shiny, you don‘t have to wear it on your sleeves. That skull tee and the mopped hair, alright I‘ll put you on the menu Shiney, but can I first use your jacket as tablecloth?
Kajol in her shapeless and unflattering white kurti walked in with her very unfashionable hubby who must have dressed for the wedding reception of one of his production boys. Kajol must be strongly advised not to sport an amulet on her manly arms. She tends to dress so butch, I started retching.
On the way to the powder room, guess who I ran into. Something that fell out of the rotisserie. Chicken shawarma anyone? Rakhi Sawant could stop the heart beat of anyone on a pacemaker. I was luckily only pacing! Yuck, I was instantly bulimic. Her white pants actually makes her look like chicken shawarma has been rolled in tissue paper to be immediately consumed to choke...and die!!! Who f**k*d her face like that?
I ran before she could expose some more nip and tuck.
The children of corn on the cob were peeling each other in the corridor. I think Imran is overdoing his skinny school boy look. His chequered belt and his androgynous pretty boy frame could do with some class. What the hell is Avantika wearing? A paper bag? A relief bag she stole from an airlines cabin? I swear I could have thrown up.
Feeling sick I walked to the buffet for some dessert, just then Kareena stepped in her souffle light scarf and top. She was the last one to come and she looked over my shoulders to find the buffet cleaned up thanking her stars. She said something about being blessed and thank God she didn‘t have to eat a thing. Woof, so much for anorexia! And here I was wolfing it all up.
Food for thought, she is a lamp post for lean thoughts. I stopped just in time to wind up for home. After all, a hale and hearty meal is a way to a Bitch‘s heart!
Just pray I don‘t snore tonight...see you soon...eat well darlings.
The Fashion Bitch attends the Times Food Guide party
Hey Sugars...I guess I will have to give you another food name from now...hey macaroons...nah that sounds like baboons...so sugars it will be then. Boyfriend was aghast at the news I broke last night, after the i-pill inspection. Tee hee!
Am not telling you, so this is what I did, I lugged him along to the Times Food Guide party, oooh...we were like salivating to get to the food bit...me especially, kept teasing him how I was in the mood for something sour, something salty!
The Times chap guest list was a who‘s who of the fit and the underfed. In between my buffet plate run to the pile up counter, I had to smile though my mouth full, to a lot of Bollywood A-listers. So embarrassing, to be caught on cam, stuffing my face!
You know how paranoid these stars are about being caught with things stuck between their teeth. Eeww, let‘s not even go there man! So anyways, let‘s get to the salad portion first, while I check what‘s in the main course and who‘s going to be my dessert!
Salman brushed past the security to land up right next to me at the serving counter. Butter chicken it will be, with dollops of butter please! How he keeps so fit, those buttery girls flock to give him shape. He was looking dressed for a 5 course meal. And believe you me, we guys were the first with our plates and last ones to finish. Some competition I gave him there.
What dressing John! I would like to see you dressed only in salad leaves from now on so that I can munch as much as I want and stay fit. John was looking hotter than any of the beefcake on the menu. Yum, I wanted a slice so much, and after ‘Dostana‘ you don‘t need to guess where I want to bite. Notty, notty, notty munda.
Shiney Ahuja came in half drunk, and still in his shiny alien astro jacket. Dahling we know your name is shiny, you don‘t have to wear it on your sleeves. That skull tee and the mopped hair, alright I‘ll put you on the menu Shiney, but can I first use your jacket as tablecloth?
Kajol in her shapeless and unflattering white kurti walked in with her very unfashionable hubby who must have dressed for the wedding reception of one of his production boys. Kajol must be strongly advised not to sport an amulet on her manly arms. She tends to dress so butch, I started retching.
On the way to the powder room, guess who I ran into. Something that fell out of the rotisserie. Chicken shawarma anyone? Rakhi Sawant could stop the heart beat of anyone on a pacemaker. I was luckily only pacing! Yuck, I was instantly bulimic. Her white pants actually makes her look like chicken shawarma has been rolled in tissue paper to be immediately consumed to choke...and die!!! Who f**k*d her face like that?
I ran before she could expose some more nip and tuck.
The children of corn on the cob were peeling each other in the corridor. I think Imran is overdoing his skinny school boy look. His chequered belt and his androgynous pretty boy frame could do with some class. What the hell is Avantika wearing? A paper bag? A relief bag she stole from an airlines cabin? I swear I could have thrown up.
Feeling sick I walked to the buffet for some dessert, just then Kareena stepped in her souffle light scarf and top. She was the last one to come and she looked over my shoulders to find the buffet cleaned up thanking her stars. She said something about being blessed and thank God she didn‘t have to eat a thing. Woof, so much for anorexia! And here I was wolfing it all up.
Food for thought, she is a lamp post for lean thoughts. I stopped just in time to wind up for home. After all, a hale and hearty meal is a way to a Bitch‘s heart!
Just pray I don‘t snore tonight...see you soon...eat well darlings.
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