Post wedding blues, thank god

On a less completely self-obsessed note, one of the Maheshwari brats from next door has tied the knot or whatever it is that they do, which means the ceaseless prewedding partying has, well, ceased to be ceaseless by ceasing. which means the rest of the neighbourhood doesnt have to listen to dhoom machale dhoom machale dhoom all day. my mother was singing it to herself on the way to work, which was nice. as was the bit when she started doing kung fu moves at me and going hoo, haa, etc, though that bit was a bit scary as well.