Intoxicated Blogging

Vista shipped this week and that's reason enough to be intoxicated everyday! Yes, I said it, EVERYDAY!!! This is the first release of Windows that I have worked on from start to finish. RMS SP1 bits were released almost as is in Vista and there is the work I put on on Security Processor that really counts in Vista. No SecProc, no ...

I've been in super high spirits since Thursday morning. Wednesday has to go down as the worst day I've had since I've been back from India; which is what makes Thursday so special because I haven't been happier! Woke up early, went to work on time, hung with the boys at work, made some contribution and then partied with the team. We started drinking at 3:30 in the afternoon and when we were done at around 6pm, I was "merry"! I had spoken to almost everyone in our party, chatted up the waitress and mooched food off every table! :) Thank God Linsley drove me home.

The official Vista ship party was yesterday (Friday) and I had to stay sober till after my squash match at 5pm. All hell broke loose after though, first in Helle's office and later in Belltown at Arjun's place. I am so fortunate to have found a great crew to hang out with - Satya, Anshu, Rajit, Arun and recently Pooja make for great company. In fact, that was the core crew this evening at Cedar's (dinner) and then Havana.

First up though, today was the second circuit of the week. I biked for twenty minutes before launching into the 8 round circuit that I've been indulging in twice a week. Today's was especially difficult and I almost didn't make it through the final round (10 reps on all 5 exercises). The utter satisfaction and sense of accomplishment when I finished the slated number of rounds is hard to describe in this medium...

I was in the mood for an omlette after the workout. I don't store vegetables in the fridge anymore so the first stop was Whole Foods Market. Groceries in tow, I drove home and listened to some great tunes as the omlette materialized - damn I'm a good cook! I didn't wanna drive tonight (my car's heater is on the fritz) and when the boys didn't call till 9, I assumed that this was going to be a night spent in front of the idiot box. They gave me 10 minutes, yes 10 minutes, to get ready (I hadn't showered after my workout) and then gave me hell for taking 15. Satya's whining stopped the instant he had eaten enough food; he had to focus on digesting instead. What followed was a great evening of drinking and dancing at Havana. Here's to many more weekends like the one gone by...