Mark & Todd's: The End of an Era

Todd is switching apartments and vacating the home that has been his since the day I met him.

But moving into his room? Taku!



It would be a shame to give up the room to a random. The place is really so epic.



Beer Pong central. (Also ankle-break central.)



We were being visited by Nupur and Varun. Felix's wonderful cousins who basically feel like family now after having spent a full week with them at Vitri and Jordan's wedding.



So to celebrate Todd's departure/Taku's arrival, it was a PongParty of epic proportions.




Tons of Brownies and honorary Brownies were on-hand.






Also, there was a can of Pringles.



And more than enough beer, clearly.






The place got packed. It was a very good showing.




Yay for new New Yorkers!



Yay for visitors!




And superyay to whoever came up with the concept of Wine-bag Slapping.





The End.

Epic India Party!!!!

Who doesn't love India?

Felix, AC, Mark, and Priya are Sasians (South Asians) or semi-Sasians and go all the time. Tee, Shiri, KG, Todd and I all went last year. Nick lived there last year. We are constantly breaking into sponataneous Indian song and dance. And hell, Slumdog Millionaire is the greatest movie in the history of the world.

So it was about time we devoted an entire party to the glory that is India.

Nick and Mark put it together. Initiating a chain of emails that got everyone super-psyched for the event.



As soon as I heard about it, I knew it going to be a theme party of epic proportions, even though I only bought tickets Tuesday night to fly to NYC on Thursday.

Mark and Todd's apartment was transformed into a hookah den complete with smoke machine and all kinds of Sasian decor...



We donned some sick Indian moustaches...





...And broke out the shades for an ultra Bollywood-star look.



KG led the charge dance-wise, busting out several classic India dance moves.






Charles' girlfriend Jackie brought delicious peanut butter cookies...



And people went all-out costume-wise. Everyone looked awesome. Connie, Shiri, Davey, Ashwin...








We danced up a storm...











Took breaks in the hookah lounge...





...And generally avoided the deck, where I broke my ankle almost 5 months ago.



To commemorate my return, Todd gave me back the shoe that I had been wearing the night of the anklebreak. (After checking me into the ER, he had partied all night long with my shoe slung over his shoulder by the laces.)








Dancing continued...






Until belligerent jackass Mark raised a full beer bottle above his head and smashed it on the floor (of his own apartment), effectively turning the dancefloor into broken-glass/lacerated-foot-central and ending all dancing for the rest of the evening.




God. So much fun though.





On our cab ride home, we ordered meatball sandwiches and pizza.

They were waiting on our doorstep when we arrived home.

Amazing.