We spent Thanksgiving in Sri Lanka and soon after said our goodbyes and headed to the motherland.
When we got to the airport, we propitiously met with more family and then headed through terrible traffic only to be greeted by a loud wedding band. It was quite entertaining until we realized that even after we got in, closed all the doors, yelled at the top of our lungs, we still couldn't hear ourselves, let alone each other. Noise pollution at its best.
I was then informed that I needed to get ready to attend said wedding. So I did.
Then I slept like a baby.