Lahore Weekend. 40 hours in my Happy Place with some people I adore.

Lahore in small doses is never enough. You need a healthy, meaty chunk of Lahore for a sense of gratification and contentment. My meaty chunks were had at Chez Nur (which has some enunciation markings I'm too lazy to look for). The supposedly super-hot hostess I had been promised proved to be false bait. The food though more than made up for the lack of eye-candy: the best medium steak I've had in a while, just the right shade of pink.

Almost two and a half days without any sleep. Greatest Wimbledon final ever! Rafa! Rafa! RAFA!!!!! =D

I love my boys!