The Sun sets over Chennai (17/10/2009)

But it was fun all the same, with the Jones Beach Air Show and the Brooklyn Bridge featuring predominantly in the adventures from the weekend.

I got this picture as an email forward yesterday. This is one of the VERY few cricket related email forwards that actually made me laugh. For those of you who are not in the know, the conversation is actually from this movie. Non-Tams, please excuse. The point of the joke’s lost upon explanation.

You know, I have missed you, darling. I had not realized that until I saw you that day. And since then my thoughts have been full of you and you alone. Memories of that week-long road trip – they still haunt my dreams. Pleasant though, because I don’t think anything about you can ever be unpleasant. We had a good time and I am sure that even in the surliest of moods, you would agree.

The first leg of that trip, to Athens (Ohio), brought back to me to a lot of memories, for it has been home away from home for the most part of the last 6 years or so. But the second leg, when we drove to New England and back, that was the first time that we were really by ourselves. New memories were created and bonds forged. And, since we bade our goodbyes, I have been to the Northeast more than once, hoping to recreate those pristine moments. But sadly, those trips have been fruitless. Who was I kidding? Those memories that I went searching for – those were of you and not of Mystic (Connecticut).

But I know you are pretending. I know you saw me that day. And I know you were irked by the fact that I was with someone else. You should understand that I did not go looking for her. Her company was forced upon me. We were brought together by chance and by need. That sounds cheap, but it is the truth. And now, I loathe her.

I admit I was initially smitten, but not for long. By the time I came home with her, I saw her true colors and boy, was I disappointed. Clad, even as she was in the most eye catching of attire, she never could measure up to you. She was loud, flashy and attention hungry. She turned heads every minute of the way and I did not like it. Every time she stretched her legs, heads turned and horns hooted. And every time she paused in her step, breaths were held and brows seemed to turn sweaty.

No, jealousy has nothing to do with it. You know I am better than that, darling. She was just too flashy for me. You know how I’d like to put my juvenile past behind me, those days when I thought a fluorescent green tennis hat or an orange shirt was haute-couture. She reminded me of those days and made me cringe. But that was not all.

I could swear she smirked and rolled her eyes when I was driving her those 10 miles through bumper to bumper traffic, shifting uncomfortably, unable to even move my legs without feeling my balls. And once we got to the rest area, I was even afraid to walk the 100 feet from the parking lot to the mens room lest the full bladder explode. And I could swear she was mocking me behind my back then. That definitely did not amuse me.

Every minute I spent with her over the last weekend made me realize how good it had been with you and how stupid I had been not to pursue you with the interest that I should have had. And now, having thought about you and the time we spent, I have come to the conclusion that I should reach out to you and see if you still have any feelings for me. I honest to god wish, that you and I are meant to be.

Is there anything I can do to make you forgive me for last weekend’s jaunt with her? Can you give me another chance, pretty please?