Whatever Happened To Bubbles?

I'm not talking about a certain famous Canadian Bubbles. A man who much like my sister seems to be taking rides with people drinking rum and cokes. Seriously, a friend of hers poured herself a rum and coke while driving her home. I don't know what they put into the booze but it tastes really gross. Okay, let's get back to the original intend of this post.


Whatever happened to Bubbles?

Here is how I came up with the thought: I happened to glance at an old copy of Star with pregnant Gwyneth on the cover and that made me think of Katie Holmes and then I thought how she is a pet monkey to Tom Cruise which then led me to thinking about famous pet monkeys and voila: Bubbles and Michael Jackson popped into my head. Whatever did happen to poor Bubbles?


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The countdown is on. My mom will be here in less than two weeks. I spoke to here briefly the other day when she called for my sister's birthday. Seems that she's still not over the fact that I didn't call her immediately upon landing in this country and then every other day. Oh well. I suppose she'll have to get over it....

In other news: I think God is punishing me for not calling my mom. I have had Delhi Belly (that is code for diarrhea) for the last four days. It was especially bad last night but thankfully it stopped for about six hours while I was out dancing with my sister on her birthday. We went to a swank place called Climax. The club was build behind a golf course and had two awesome patios. India's hottest DJ played some really hot music. Let's just say that I won't forget the night I danced to the soundtrack of Beverly Hills Cop THREE times. Afterward we got a ride home with a guy that brought a change of clothes to the club (which is apparently the norm) and had been pounding back the drinks all night long (which is also apparently the norm). Men in India insist that they can drive better when drunk because 'they have to pay more attention'.