[For Tony]
Jun. 25th, 2016 06:49 pmSo it's been a crazy long time since Mindy's been on a date. A proper date. She's hooked up with a couple guys since Danny disappeared but the last time she went out on a dinner date was with Danny, almost a year ago.
The fact it's at Slothburger and super casual doesn't make her any less anxious about the whole deal. She's getting better at thinking of Tony as Tony and not Tony Stark/Iron Man/billionaire-in-another-universe, but it still catches her off guard sometimes. Her fantasies with the fictional character were pretty different to what she's preparing for right now.
She has no idea, for example, what to wear. If they were going out somewhere fancier she'd wear a little black dress but this is a food chain largely aimed at children, so she goes with a cute skirt and a blouse and hopes she doesn't look like an idiot as she kisses Leo on the forehead and tells the babysitter she'll be back in a few hours.
The fact it's at Slothburger and super casual doesn't make her any less anxious about the whole deal. She's getting better at thinking of Tony as Tony and not Tony Stark/Iron Man/billionaire-in-another-universe, but it still catches her off guard sometimes. Her fantasies with the fictional character were pretty different to what she's preparing for right now.
She has no idea, for example, what to wear. If they were going out somewhere fancier she'd wear a little black dress but this is a food chain largely aimed at children, so she goes with a cute skirt and a blouse and hopes she doesn't look like an idiot as she kisses Leo on the forehead and tells the babysitter she'll be back in a few hours.
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May. 27th, 2016 07:25 pmIt turns out that the staff of the hospital are harbouring a hell of a lot of secrets, ranging from STEALS FROM THE CAFETERIA to STEALS FROM THE PHARMACY, so Mindy's had an interesting week at work.
Why she doesn't have a secret on her own back, she's not really sure, except maybe because she's always worn her heart on her sleeve, anyway.
By the end of the week she's had enough of the halls of the maternity ward looking like the halls of that high school in Mean Girls, and she needs a drink. Or several. As much as she loves Leo and as guilty as she feels asking the sitter to come by so she can get out, sometimes she just needs her own time. Her own space.
After all, it's only been a few months since she had to learn that she doesn't really get her own space anymore. At least, not in any way that lasts.
God, sometimes she wishes Danny was around just for diaper duty.
"I'll have another glass of the red," she tells the bartender, shameless, before glancing around to see if there's anyone handsome she can convince to buy the next round.
Why she doesn't have a secret on her own back, she's not really sure, except maybe because she's always worn her heart on her sleeve, anyway.
By the end of the week she's had enough of the halls of the maternity ward looking like the halls of that high school in Mean Girls, and she needs a drink. Or several. As much as she loves Leo and as guilty as she feels asking the sitter to come by so she can get out, sometimes she just needs her own time. Her own space.
After all, it's only been a few months since she had to learn that she doesn't really get her own space anymore. At least, not in any way that lasts.
God, sometimes she wishes Danny was around just for diaper duty.
"I'll have another glass of the red," she tells the bartender, shameless, before glancing around to see if there's anyone handsome she can convince to buy the next round.
[February]
Mar. 13th, 2016 07:37 pmMaybe it should be vaguely awkward to be a friend's gynecologist, but it really doesn't bother Mindy in the slightest. She had a giant ego and is convinced she's the best in the business (especially now that Danny's no longer in the city), so there's no way she's letting Molly see anyone else.
She's a little curious, though, about what Molly wants to talk about. It's hard to be super professional in that sense because she's also super invested in her friend's wellbeing, but it's not like she's never done this before. She'd helped out plenty with Gwen and Alex and Maggie back in New York, after all.
It's mid-morning and Mindy's already seen a handful of patients by the time she comes to get Molly from the waiting room. "Hello," she says, feigning formality. "Miss Stearns. Come on back."
She's a little curious, though, about what Molly wants to talk about. It's hard to be super professional in that sense because she's also super invested in her friend's wellbeing, but it's not like she's never done this before. She'd helped out plenty with Gwen and Alex and Maggie back in New York, after all.
It's mid-morning and Mindy's already seen a handful of patients by the time she comes to get Molly from the waiting room. "Hello," she says, feigning formality. "Miss Stearns. Come on back."
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Feb. 20th, 2016 12:40 pmBack in New York, Mindy was Shulman and Associate's go-to gal for any and everything award season related. She'd host parties, hand out ballots and get very, very drunk while ranting about why Leonardo DiCaprio was the most unsung talent in history to anyone who had the misfortune of listening to her.
She hasn't really had that opportunity in Darrow given their total lack of access to real world live TV, a tragedy she talks about incessantly in September and February. When she realizes that they do, in fact, have access to interdimensional cable she freaks the hell out and doesn't even care that she hasn't even seen a single one of the movies nominated for Best Picture.
She usually hasn't, anyway.
She'd spent the Grammy's on the couch with Leo but the Oscars are hers for the taking. There's even a nominee that looks suspiciously like Kate and who she finds herself rooting for, even with Jennifer Lawrence up for what must be her third or fourth Oscar by now.
And then there's Fassy, Matt Damon and Leo bidding for the same title which is the best/worst thing that's ever happened to Mindy, she's pretty sure.
She doesn't have time to send out nice invitations like usual but she spread the news through the office and online, figuring if people want to join in the festivities, they will. It'll be super weird given that the likelihood of anyone knowing any of films is slim to none, but she's fairly certain that she knows enough people who are familiar with the actors who will be walking the red carpet that it will be fun.
At the very least, there will be wine.
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She hasn't really had that opportunity in Darrow given their total lack of access to real world live TV, a tragedy she talks about incessantly in September and February. When she realizes that they do, in fact, have access to interdimensional cable she freaks the hell out and doesn't even care that she hasn't even seen a single one of the movies nominated for Best Picture.
She usually hasn't, anyway.
She'd spent the Grammy's on the couch with Leo but the Oscars are hers for the taking. There's even a nominee that looks suspiciously like Kate and who she finds herself rooting for, even with Jennifer Lawrence up for what must be her third or fourth Oscar by now.
And then there's Fassy, Matt Damon and Leo bidding for the same title which is the best/worst thing that's ever happened to Mindy, she's pretty sure.
She doesn't have time to send out nice invitations like usual but she spread the news through the office and online, figuring if people want to join in the festivities, they will. It'll be super weird given that the likelihood of anyone knowing any of films is slim to none, but she's fairly certain that she knows enough people who are familiar with the actors who will be walking the red carpet that it will be fun.
At the very least, there will be wine.
[WELCOME TO THE 88TH ANNUAL HUNGER— ACADEMY AWARDS. Tag in, tag around, feel free to wait until the awards are announced or not. ETA: Winners here.]
the itsy bitsy spider or whatever
Jan. 29th, 2016 05:57 pmThe fact is, being a single mom with a high profile job is super fucking difficult.
Mindy has, at least, been blessed with the fact that Leo arrived well beyond the newborn stage, so he's pretty good at sleeping through the night and Mindy doesn't find herself as sleep deprived as she otherwise might. She's just the regular sleep deprived that comes from being an OB/GYN with patients who like to go into labour in the early hours of the morning.
She can deal with sleeplessness, though. She went to med school. What really sucks (beside the utter loneliness of not having her baby's father around) is feeling like she's letting Leo down. She doesn't like the idea of him being in daycare all day, but she also can't imagine not doing her job. And not just because she feels responsible.
Because she loves it.
So she has to find time for Leo, even if it means going to some playgroup that she saw an advertisement for in the doctor's lounge. It's probably the least cool thing she's ever done, but Mindy's a mom now and that pretty much throws all assumptions of cool out the window. So she gets Leo dressed up in his afternoon best and heads on in, cringing inwardly as she hears the first of what is sure to be a constant cycle of high-pitched children's songs.
Mindy has, at least, been blessed with the fact that Leo arrived well beyond the newborn stage, so he's pretty good at sleeping through the night and Mindy doesn't find herself as sleep deprived as she otherwise might. She's just the regular sleep deprived that comes from being an OB/GYN with patients who like to go into labour in the early hours of the morning.
She can deal with sleeplessness, though. She went to med school. What really sucks (beside the utter loneliness of not having her baby's father around) is feeling like she's letting Leo down. She doesn't like the idea of him being in daycare all day, but she also can't imagine not doing her job. And not just because she feels responsible.
Because she loves it.
So she has to find time for Leo, even if it means going to some playgroup that she saw an advertisement for in the doctor's lounge. It's probably the least cool thing she's ever done, but Mindy's a mom now and that pretty much throws all assumptions of cool out the window. So she gets Leo dressed up in his afternoon best and heads on in, cringing inwardly as she hears the first of what is sure to be a constant cycle of high-pitched children's songs.
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Dec. 29th, 2015 04:53 pmIt's not as if Mindy's forgotten that Danny's little brother has a doppelganger in the city, it's just that it's been pushed to the back of her mind to make room for everything else: for new motherhood, for new singledom, for balancing a medical practice on top of it all.
So when she spots him in the park her heart starts to beat a little faster. It's not like she knew Richie all that well, beyond meeting him once or twice and Danny's constant comments about how well he was doing, but that part doesn't really matter. It's still a reflection of a connection to a guy that she's trying so hard not to miss so damn much.
"Richie?" she says, then, in spite of knowing better. She practically collides into another passerby, she's that caught up in not!Richie's appearance. It's only been a month and a half, but it brings grief to the surface all over again, and she finds herself grateful that Leo isn't around this time to see her fall apart.
Or, at least, to try not to.
So when she spots him in the park her heart starts to beat a little faster. It's not like she knew Richie all that well, beyond meeting him once or twice and Danny's constant comments about how well he was doing, but that part doesn't really matter. It's still a reflection of a connection to a guy that she's trying so hard not to miss so damn much.
"Richie?" she says, then, in spite of knowing better. She practically collides into another passerby, she's that caught up in not!Richie's appearance. It's only been a month and a half, but it brings grief to the surface all over again, and she finds herself grateful that Leo isn't around this time to see her fall apart.
Or, at least, to try not to.
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Dec. 7th, 2015 03:25 pmMindy just really wants to go the fuck to sleep.
It's barely 7pm but she's been working since the early hours of the morning and just picked up Leo (the ladies at the daycare are really starting to hate her) before she remembers he's almost out of diapers. She's too far from the hospital to steal some from there and so it's with a sigh that she finds a parking spot by the drugstore, lifting Leo out of his carseat and into her arms where he fiddles with his giraffe toy.
Things are so different now.
She's contemplating this when the toy hits the sidewalk and Mindy has to remind herself she can't exactly yell at an almost six-month-old. Instead, she starts to reach for it when a stranger does so in her stead, and she starts to smile brightly.
Except not, because he's actually reaching for her bag and then off running. She's so startled she just stares for a second before thinking to shout after him, and then Leo's screaming his head off.
Of course.
It's barely 7pm but she's been working since the early hours of the morning and just picked up Leo (the ladies at the daycare are really starting to hate her) before she remembers he's almost out of diapers. She's too far from the hospital to steal some from there and so it's with a sigh that she finds a parking spot by the drugstore, lifting Leo out of his carseat and into her arms where he fiddles with his giraffe toy.
Things are so different now.
She's contemplating this when the toy hits the sidewalk and Mindy has to remind herself she can't exactly yell at an almost six-month-old. Instead, she starts to reach for it when a stranger does so in her stead, and she starts to smile brightly.
Except not, because he's actually reaching for her bag and then off running. She's so startled she just stares for a second before thinking to shout after him, and then Leo's screaming his head off.
Of course.
Overwhelmed doesn't quite sum up how Mindy feels right now.
She can't quite wrap her head around the fact that Danny is gone, because he's the person she wants to be speaking to now most of all. He basically raised his brother, or whatever, she's sure he'd know what to do right now. Mindy's perfectly fine at delivering babies, actually pretty damn good at it, but she's not sure what to do with a five month old.
Thankfully, he seems pretty content sucking on the edge of his blanket, not yet crying in hunger.
Which is awesome, because Mindy has never been pregnant and so her boobs are completely useless to this guy. She needs to go and get formula or a wet nurse or something, but it's so hard to move when she feels all pins and needles, all numb, stuck on the floor of the damn storage closet.
The storage closet. In an OB/GYN clinic. Of course.
She feels really fucking dumb as she starts digging around, searching through boxes of pharmaceutical samples until she comes across a few small tins of formula and nearly cries in relief. How she doesn't cry at this point is honestly a goddamn miracle, but she's suddenly driven by necessity to get this guy somewhere warm and safe and home.
She's not prepared to be a mom, but apparently she is one, so an awkward discussion with Amelia and she's done for the day, headed back to her apartment with her not-so-new son in arms.
He's still napping in a damn printer box when Mindy sends out a mass text to the people who matter to her most (the people who are still in the city, who haven't disappeared in the past handful of days), practically begging.
Danny's gone. Can u come over? There's something else.
She can't quite wrap her head around the fact that Danny is gone, because he's the person she wants to be speaking to now most of all. He basically raised his brother, or whatever, she's sure he'd know what to do right now. Mindy's perfectly fine at delivering babies, actually pretty damn good at it, but she's not sure what to do with a five month old.
Thankfully, he seems pretty content sucking on the edge of his blanket, not yet crying in hunger.
Which is awesome, because Mindy has never been pregnant and so her boobs are completely useless to this guy. She needs to go and get formula or a wet nurse or something, but it's so hard to move when she feels all pins and needles, all numb, stuck on the floor of the damn storage closet.
The storage closet. In an OB/GYN clinic. Of course.
She feels really fucking dumb as she starts digging around, searching through boxes of pharmaceutical samples until she comes across a few small tins of formula and nearly cries in relief. How she doesn't cry at this point is honestly a goddamn miracle, but she's suddenly driven by necessity to get this guy somewhere warm and safe and home.
She's not prepared to be a mom, but apparently she is one, so an awkward discussion with Amelia and she's done for the day, headed back to her apartment with her not-so-new son in arms.
He's still napping in a damn printer box when Mindy sends out a mass text to the people who matter to her most (the people who are still in the city, who haven't disappeared in the past handful of days), practically begging.
Danny's gone. Can u come over? There's something else.
With Kurt and Sawyer's disappearance, and Chase's way back when, Mindy figures she should have prepared better. It just didn't seem a possibility. Even when they fought, even when they hated each other, threatened to murder one another, Danny was around.
For years, day to day, an inextricable part of her life.
And now he's gone. Just like that.
It's not a grief Mindy knows how to deal with. A breakup, sure, she can manage just fine. She's had her heart broken that way a million different times. Engagements ended, boyfriends who have left her for Serbian bagel vendors – whatever. She thinks she could even have handled Danny ending their relationship here in the city as long as he was still around.
But he's really gone.
His phone line is dead, his apartment empty. Danny isn't the kind to mess with her via some elaborate prank, that's her style, so she knows this is legit. And she doesn't know what to do with that.
It's kind of fucking unbearable.
How she finds her way to work, she doesn't know. She just knows that she has to. His office is there, the one last place he might be, but it's all for nothing. His things are there, files neatly sorted where hers are strewn about her desk, and she starts to laugh but then she's sobbing, grief racking her body.
She doesn't know how to deal with this. Not without him. Through every terrible thing that's happened over the past year, and back in New York, she's had Danny.
She should call someone. A friend, or someone to cover his patients at the very least (and maybe hers, how is she supposed to work like this?) Instead, Mindy sits at Danny's desk and slides her hands over the surface, head resting against it.
There's so much she should do, but for the time being, she forgets to how to move. Or why she should even have to.
Her eyes start to drift close, the solid desk suddenly the most comfortable place in the world, but Mindy's quickly pulled away by the sound of an infant's cry. She works in an OB/GYN office, it's nothing unusual, but there's something unique and disturbingly familiar about the sound, so she finds her feet and follows it.
The baby in the printer box would be unexpected but Mindy's learning to expect nothing in this stupid fucking city, and she just stares for a few moments, dark brown eyes locking with hers. The attachment she feels is somehow immediate, and she pulls the infant into her arms. She's normally not the most comfortable with anything but newborns, but he fits and curls towards her. "You're a little late for Halloween," she tells him, stroking the fabric of his dinosaur hoodie between her finger and thumb. The baby gurgles as if in agreement.
For a printer box, it's pretty well set up. A blanket to cushion him, a baby monitor, and a book. It's nothing she'd find in the latest PopSugar Must Have box, but instead a baby book, like a letter left with an abandoned orphan.
Except, apparently, he's not an orphan. She flicks through the pages of handwritten notes, photos.
"Leo Castellano?"
He's her son.
For years, day to day, an inextricable part of her life.
And now he's gone. Just like that.
It's not a grief Mindy knows how to deal with. A breakup, sure, she can manage just fine. She's had her heart broken that way a million different times. Engagements ended, boyfriends who have left her for Serbian bagel vendors – whatever. She thinks she could even have handled Danny ending their relationship here in the city as long as he was still around.
But he's really gone.
His phone line is dead, his apartment empty. Danny isn't the kind to mess with her via some elaborate prank, that's her style, so she knows this is legit. And she doesn't know what to do with that.
It's kind of fucking unbearable.
How she finds her way to work, she doesn't know. She just knows that she has to. His office is there, the one last place he might be, but it's all for nothing. His things are there, files neatly sorted where hers are strewn about her desk, and she starts to laugh but then she's sobbing, grief racking her body.
She doesn't know how to deal with this. Not without him. Through every terrible thing that's happened over the past year, and back in New York, she's had Danny.
She should call someone. A friend, or someone to cover his patients at the very least (and maybe hers, how is she supposed to work like this?) Instead, Mindy sits at Danny's desk and slides her hands over the surface, head resting against it.
There's so much she should do, but for the time being, she forgets to how to move. Or why she should even have to.
Her eyes start to drift close, the solid desk suddenly the most comfortable place in the world, but Mindy's quickly pulled away by the sound of an infant's cry. She works in an OB/GYN office, it's nothing unusual, but there's something unique and disturbingly familiar about the sound, so she finds her feet and follows it.
The baby in the printer box would be unexpected but Mindy's learning to expect nothing in this stupid fucking city, and she just stares for a few moments, dark brown eyes locking with hers. The attachment she feels is somehow immediate, and she pulls the infant into her arms. She's normally not the most comfortable with anything but newborns, but he fits and curls towards her. "You're a little late for Halloween," she tells him, stroking the fabric of his dinosaur hoodie between her finger and thumb. The baby gurgles as if in agreement.
For a printer box, it's pretty well set up. A blanket to cushion him, a baby monitor, and a book. It's nothing she'd find in the latest PopSugar Must Have box, but instead a baby book, like a letter left with an abandoned orphan.
Except, apparently, he's not an orphan. She flicks through the pages of handwritten notes, photos.
"Leo Castellano?"
He's her son.
a festival of lights
Nov. 3rd, 2015 08:08 pmIt's been a weird handful of weeks which Mindy's had to put down to Darrow being Darrow, setting aside her anxiety for her friends who have been ignoring her texts and tweets and instas and just relishing the fact that they're around again.
This is officially Mindy's first Diwali party.
She's, of course, been to dozens throughout her lifetime but that this is the first one that she's in charge of which is kind of incredibly daunting. Of course, she has next to no Indian friends in Darrow so most people have nothing to compare it to, but she still wants to get as much as right as she can. For the million of gods that may or may not be watching over her. For her parents back in Boston.
Which is why she's outsourced the catering and had help with the decorations, her apartment looking pretty awesome by the time she's finished setting things up on Saturday afternoon. Sheldon is happily munching on leaves in his tank out of the way in her bedroom, so she's left to focus on getting the playlist set up. Even back home, there had been more Britney Spears than Bollywood at their festivities, so she is shameless as she queues up Bruno Mars, Katy Perry, Rihanna, Beyoncé and Taylor Swift.
All that remains to be done by the time the food has arrived is to get dressed, and while Mindy had originally figured she'd just wear whatever pseudo Kate Spade get up she bought last week, she's gone a little bit traditional. She'd passed the store on her way to find somebody who knew how to make dosas and blue is totally her color.
She's so busy getting ready that it's not until the first of her guests arrived that Mindy realizes how nervous she is. Sure, she's hosted a bunch of parties in Darrow, but this one is something different. She hopes everybody likes it.
[Set to the afternoon (starting at about 1pm) of the 14th of November at Mindy's apartment. More info here. Tag in, tag around, have fun! Happy Diwali, Darrow!]
This is officially Mindy's first Diwali party.
She's, of course, been to dozens throughout her lifetime but that this is the first one that she's in charge of which is kind of incredibly daunting. Of course, she has next to no Indian friends in Darrow so most people have nothing to compare it to, but she still wants to get as much as right as she can. For the million of gods that may or may not be watching over her. For her parents back in Boston.
Which is why she's outsourced the catering and had help with the decorations, her apartment looking pretty awesome by the time she's finished setting things up on Saturday afternoon. Sheldon is happily munching on leaves in his tank out of the way in her bedroom, so she's left to focus on getting the playlist set up. Even back home, there had been more Britney Spears than Bollywood at their festivities, so she is shameless as she queues up Bruno Mars, Katy Perry, Rihanna, Beyoncé and Taylor Swift.
All that remains to be done by the time the food has arrived is to get dressed, and while Mindy had originally figured she'd just wear whatever pseudo Kate Spade get up she bought last week, she's gone a little bit traditional. She'd passed the store on her way to find somebody who knew how to make dosas and blue is totally her color.
She's so busy getting ready that it's not until the first of her guests arrived that Mindy realizes how nervous she is. Sure, she's hosted a bunch of parties in Darrow, but this one is something different. She hopes everybody likes it.
[Set to the afternoon (starting at about 1pm) of the 14th of November at Mindy's apartment. More info here. Tag in, tag around, have fun! Happy Diwali, Darrow!]
mindy and the barely-touched bear claw
Sep. 23rd, 2015 03:30 pmThe five second rule is a joke. How the hell is anyone of average physical fitness supposed to retrieve a beautiful, barely-touched bear claw from a city street in five seconds?
Without getting hit by a car, that is, and Mindy is not so foolish that she has a death wish.
Were it her phone, filled with selfies that she hasn't backed up to the iCloud yet, it might be another situation. But it isn't. The bakery is officially closed for the day and the pastry Mindy has been dreaming about for what feels like her entire life is picking up crumbs of asphalt and cigarette ash and who knows what else (who wants to know what else?)
Five seconds have passed and so have numerous cars, but its glaze is glistening in the dimming sun and dammit, she's going to go for it.
Without getting hit by a car, that is, and Mindy is not so foolish that she has a death wish.
Were it her phone, filled with selfies that she hasn't backed up to the iCloud yet, it might be another situation. But it isn't. The bakery is officially closed for the day and the pastry Mindy has been dreaming about for what feels like her entire life is picking up crumbs of asphalt and cigarette ash and who knows what else (who wants to know what else?)
Five seconds have passed and so have numerous cars, but its glaze is glistening in the dimming sun and dammit, she's going to go for it.
don't invite any zombies
Sep. 23rd, 2015 03:14 pmThe thing is, sometimes Mindy actually does miss her parents. She's pretty good at burying it deep just like she buries her almost felonies and feelings for ex-lovers, but sometimes she's startled by how much she misses them, by the silences that might otherwise be filled with her ambitious mom's broadway song.
And then she gets really, really sad.
And then she refuses to be sad and decides to just get focused, instead, like she is right now in search of all of the makings of a killer Diwali party.
It might not be until November but it's officially been too long since Mindy threw a party and she's fairly desperate to have the opportunity to make a new playlist. Of course, this party will be a little different than her birthday or her and Danny's not-quite-shared Christmas party, a rare acknowledgement of the fact that she is, in fact, Hindu and knows some vague things about her religious and cultural heritage.
Super, super vague things, like the necessity of dosas and samosas and somewhere to draw Rangoli designs that she's pretty sure won't work in her apartment. What she requires is pavement, and she's almost certain that it's going to be too cold to host the party on the roof of Dimera, so she'll have to compromise.
"Do you have, like, blackboards?" she asks an unsuspecting storeperson who appears to have never heard of the concept of chalk, or anything that doesn't involve a touchpad. God, she's showing her age. "You know, you write on them? You draw on them? Sometimes lewd... okay, what about colored sand?"
She really, really doesn't want to have to color sand herself. Isn't there someone she can pay for this?
"Thanks, Ben," Mindy reads off his nametag. "You have helped me not at all."
And then she gets really, really sad.
And then she refuses to be sad and decides to just get focused, instead, like she is right now in search of all of the makings of a killer Diwali party.
It might not be until November but it's officially been too long since Mindy threw a party and she's fairly desperate to have the opportunity to make a new playlist. Of course, this party will be a little different than her birthday or her and Danny's not-quite-shared Christmas party, a rare acknowledgement of the fact that she is, in fact, Hindu and knows some vague things about her religious and cultural heritage.
Super, super vague things, like the necessity of dosas and samosas and somewhere to draw Rangoli designs that she's pretty sure won't work in her apartment. What she requires is pavement, and she's almost certain that it's going to be too cold to host the party on the roof of Dimera, so she'll have to compromise.
"Do you have, like, blackboards?" she asks an unsuspecting storeperson who appears to have never heard of the concept of chalk, or anything that doesn't involve a touchpad. God, she's showing her age. "You know, you write on them? You draw on them? Sometimes lewd... okay, what about colored sand?"
She really, really doesn't want to have to color sand herself. Isn't there someone she can pay for this?
"Thanks, Ben," Mindy reads off his nametag. "You have helped me not at all."
September 5th
Aug. 27th, 2015 08:38 pmIt's a year today since Danny turned up in Darrow and subsequently turned Mindy's newfound life in the city upside down.
It's a date that she intends to find some way to celebrate. Or, at least, make a little more positive than a reminder of the moment he left everything he knew behind, maybe forever.
He'd done the same for her, after all, bringing her New York. Which had been incredibly sweet, of course, until she'd tried to kiss him and then her hair had caught on fire and everything had been absolutely awkward and the worst.
This? This she plans to go a little better. Or hopes. Was hoping until she settled on making him a homecooked meal that is not going well at all. She'd watched at least two tutorials on YouTube for making the perfect pasta, but she's pretty sure she's got the quantities wrong and it's pure mush.
Mindy can already picture Danny aggressively praying for Jesus or Mary or the Pope's forgiveness the moment he catches sight of her Italian atrocity, if it is even worthy of that title at all. She's had better frozen meals, better hospital cafeteria meals, and she's starting to think that she should have made her famous saag paneer with mac and cheese powder instead.
But Danny's due over any minute and she's got to serve something, she'd zeroed out her fridge last night after an especially exhausting day at work. She's starting to consider faking it with takeout when she remembers that there's garlic bread in the oven – storebought, who can tell the difference? – only as she opens it to a face full of smoke and the blaring of her smoke alarm.
"Oh, hell no."
It's a date that she intends to find some way to celebrate. Or, at least, make a little more positive than a reminder of the moment he left everything he knew behind, maybe forever.
He'd done the same for her, after all, bringing her New York. Which had been incredibly sweet, of course, until she'd tried to kiss him and then her hair had caught on fire and everything had been absolutely awkward and the worst.
This? This she plans to go a little better. Or hopes. Was hoping until she settled on making him a homecooked meal that is not going well at all. She'd watched at least two tutorials on YouTube for making the perfect pasta, but she's pretty sure she's got the quantities wrong and it's pure mush.
Mindy can already picture Danny aggressively praying for Jesus or Mary or the Pope's forgiveness the moment he catches sight of her Italian atrocity, if it is even worthy of that title at all. She's had better frozen meals, better hospital cafeteria meals, and she's starting to think that she should have made her famous saag paneer with mac and cheese powder instead.
But Danny's due over any minute and she's got to serve something, she'd zeroed out her fridge last night after an especially exhausting day at work. She's starting to consider faking it with takeout when she remembers that there's garlic bread in the oven – storebought, who can tell the difference? – only as she opens it to a face full of smoke and the blaring of her smoke alarm.
"Oh, hell no."
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Aug. 15th, 2015 07:10 pmMindy is pretty adept at bringing life into the world. Caring for it, nurturing it, not killing it?
Not so much.
And yes, maybe it's just a tortoise that a five year old could probably care for, but he's also an incredibly chill tortoise who seems to nap way more than even the most chill creatures should. He also looks an awful lot like a statue when he's still, a mistake Mindy had made when she'd been inspecting the enclosures at the pet shop before returning to buy him the next day out of... guilt or something.
So she may have taken to freaking out whenever he doesn't move for more than a few minutes at a time, much to the misery of Sheldon who lifts his head up exhaustedly with a surprisingly complex expression that ultimately reads: Why me?
And she may on occasion take to harassing Danny and Kate and Newt and just about anyone who she sees on a daily-ish basis about their own analysis of the likelihood that he's survived the night.
"Oh, no," she says, dangling the strand of a bean sprout in front of his weird, wrinkly little face. "It's happened. I know it. This tortoise is dead as hell."
The turning of a lock in the hallway pulls her to her feet and away from the tank, off to see who she can ask for advice. "Newt!" she exclaims. He's... some sort of scientist. He'd explained it to her once. She'd barely paid attention, but she needs his expertise this time. "I think Sheldon's dead... again."
Not so much.
And yes, maybe it's just a tortoise that a five year old could probably care for, but he's also an incredibly chill tortoise who seems to nap way more than even the most chill creatures should. He also looks an awful lot like a statue when he's still, a mistake Mindy had made when she'd been inspecting the enclosures at the pet shop before returning to buy him the next day out of... guilt or something.
So she may have taken to freaking out whenever he doesn't move for more than a few minutes at a time, much to the misery of Sheldon who lifts his head up exhaustedly with a surprisingly complex expression that ultimately reads: Why me?
And she may on occasion take to harassing Danny and Kate and Newt and just about anyone who she sees on a daily-ish basis about their own analysis of the likelihood that he's survived the night.
"Oh, no," she says, dangling the strand of a bean sprout in front of his weird, wrinkly little face. "It's happened. I know it. This tortoise is dead as hell."
The turning of a lock in the hallway pulls her to her feet and away from the tank, off to see who she can ask for advice. "Newt!" she exclaims. He's... some sort of scientist. He'd explained it to her once. She'd barely paid attention, but she needs his expertise this time. "I think Sheldon's dead... again."
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Jul. 30th, 2015 10:19 pmThe trouble with two doctors dating one another is the curse of the beeper. Mindy's been with busy guys before, of course, sports lawyers and pastors and oral surgeons, but OB/GYNs seem to be at the mercy of emergencies more than just about any other speciality (who knew babies didn't care about their romantic life?) and so it's not a rarity for Danny or Mindy to be forced away from a makeout session by Mrs. Whoever's premature labor.
Now, of course, that they're actually having sex, it's even more frustrating when Danny's beeper goes off, Mindy not even bothering to beg it off because what kind of doctor would she be if she deprived a patient of proper healthcare? Still, she sighs, tossing him his clothes so he can get dressed before she leaves him at the door with a kiss, not catching Kate's figure in the hall until she's ugh-ing in her doorway about another night's plans ruined.
"Oh, hey," she says, lifting her hand into a wave and then letting it drop to fix her tousled hair. "What's up?"
Now, of course, that they're actually having sex, it's even more frustrating when Danny's beeper goes off, Mindy not even bothering to beg it off because what kind of doctor would she be if she deprived a patient of proper healthcare? Still, she sighs, tossing him his clothes so he can get dressed before she leaves him at the door with a kiss, not catching Kate's figure in the hall until she's ugh-ing in her doorway about another night's plans ruined.
"Oh, hey," she says, lifting her hand into a wave and then letting it drop to fix her tousled hair. "What's up?"
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Jul. 18th, 2015 07:20 pmHiring a new medical receptionist is more than overdue. When it was just Dr. Fowler, having Amelia working for him was fine, but with three doctors and an increasing patient load, they're starting to grow increasingly concerned that Amelia might sue for emotional distress or whatever overworked employees are calling it these days.
Tamra used to threaten to all the time.
In any case, they've alleviated the potential risk of employee over exhaustion by hiring Clarke. Who is awesome. Mindy is already very much a fan, largely due to her own delusions of being between anywhere between eighteen and twenty-two and needing to work among her peers.
That and the fact that she's not constantly flitting off to do nursing duties like their RN, so it's much easier for Mindy to corner her and flood her with personal questions and the like.
"Oh my god, Clarke, have you ever been to an underground sample sale? I went to the sickest one on my break yesterday. Don't tell anyone that's why I was late back, though, okay? They don't get it."
Tamra used to threaten to all the time.
In any case, they've alleviated the potential risk of employee over exhaustion by hiring Clarke. Who is awesome. Mindy is already very much a fan, largely due to her own delusions of being between anywhere between eighteen and twenty-two and needing to work among her peers.
That and the fact that she's not constantly flitting off to do nursing duties like their RN, so it's much easier for Mindy to corner her and flood her with personal questions and the like.
"Oh my god, Clarke, have you ever been to an underground sample sale? I went to the sickest one on my break yesterday. Don't tell anyone that's why I was late back, though, okay? They don't get it."
It's a small miracle Mindy didn't drink more last night, one that's realised when she's called in early afternoon to deliver a baby for a fellow OB/GYN who has apparently gone on vacation.
"Vacation where?" Mindy's skeptical as hell. It's not like anyone can just flit off to some far reach of the world where there's no cell or pager service. But, whatever, she's got enough of a conscience not to wave it off to someone else and the hangover she'd been nursing had disappeared sometime around noon.
Another successful (albeit premature) delivery later and she's back in the lounge, busying herself by watching an episode of Kiddies and Crowns. It's completely horrifying but also absolutely entertaining, a little brat rocking a Britney Spears costume that should not be approved for anyone under the age of 21. Or older than 25.
The actual snake that is scaring the hell out of the crowd isn't quite enough for Mindy to be wholly distracted from the previous night's events. Or non-events. Her party had been absolutely amazing, of course, filled with some of her favorite people. But, in hindsight, watching When Harry Met Sally had been completely ill-advised, especially when so many of her close friends in attendance were with their other halves.
The bitterness that might have filled her a few years prior has shifted, somehow, into not-quite-envy but a longing. She knows she's not suddenly a million years old the moment she turns thirty-three, but it's still another year further away from the optimum fertility age and another year since she was in a serious relationship.
If she's evolved, it's not beyond anger or bitterness, but into sadness, which is maybe a little bit worse.
Enough to make her do something about it?
All signs point to: ask again later.
"Are you kidding me? That candy-striper routine killed it. You're going to give it to the toddler who can't even count to ten? This show is the worst."
"Vacation where?" Mindy's skeptical as hell. It's not like anyone can just flit off to some far reach of the world where there's no cell or pager service. But, whatever, she's got enough of a conscience not to wave it off to someone else and the hangover she'd been nursing had disappeared sometime around noon.
Another successful (albeit premature) delivery later and she's back in the lounge, busying herself by watching an episode of Kiddies and Crowns. It's completely horrifying but also absolutely entertaining, a little brat rocking a Britney Spears costume that should not be approved for anyone under the age of 21. Or older than 25.
The actual snake that is scaring the hell out of the crowd isn't quite enough for Mindy to be wholly distracted from the previous night's events. Or non-events. Her party had been absolutely amazing, of course, filled with some of her favorite people. But, in hindsight, watching When Harry Met Sally had been completely ill-advised, especially when so many of her close friends in attendance were with their other halves.
The bitterness that might have filled her a few years prior has shifted, somehow, into not-quite-envy but a longing. She knows she's not suddenly a million years old the moment she turns thirty-three, but it's still another year further away from the optimum fertility age and another year since she was in a serious relationship.
If she's evolved, it's not beyond anger or bitterness, but into sadness, which is maybe a little bit worse.
Enough to make her do something about it?
All signs point to: ask again later.
"Are you kidding me? That candy-striper routine killed it. You're going to give it to the toddler who can't even count to ten? This show is the worst."