Summer is almost over, as are the monsoons. The mangoes are most definitely gone, but here I am, still trying to snag one from the tree in the backyard of my childhood. There is nothing more delicious than a mango in the middle of the blistering heat of an Indian June. If this sweet sweet national fruit of India, Pakistan and Bangladesh can't bring us together, I don't know what can. Happy 70th birthday to India.

We had a bad day. So we grab whole bunch food, alcohol, and draw to our hearts content. (5 hours of drawing till 2 am)

A lovely waiter gave us the theme: classic horror (we had fun).