We decided to call a few friends out for a party in Pune tomorrow. My eternally optimistic (in this case, optimistic about the way airline staff handle baggage) is just packing two wine bottles and trying to put them in his check-in baggage.

I suddenly find that I have the ability to predict the future. I gaze into the crystal and am able to see him donning funky purple underwear (and perhaps a whole new purple ensemble) for the party….