>OK, I do apologize for that terrrible pun. I only wore a sari once. It was to Dr. H's sister's wedding, back in May 1999. Another friend, Future Dr. S (yeah, I seem to have many friends of the medical persuasion, don't I?), took Dr. P and I home with her and her mom gussied us up in her finest saris. This was way before I was obsessed with India and all things Indian, but I loved it. I'm sure I looked like a big white goober (Future Dr. S's mom pinned the sari onto me so that it wouldn't fall off at any inopportune times), but I felt utterly glamorous. Clearly, that was my first clue that I needed to reclaim the lost Desi within me.