So finally a post about *that* Sunday. The Sunday that came after *that* Saturday and before *that* Monday. Now that I there are no doubts about which Sunday is *that* Sunday, Ill proceed with the blog. As usual, being the nice guy that I am, I had no plans to step out of my apartment and get in to any trouble. But the cosmos conspired and I found myself in, you guessed it, trouble again.
So the Sunday was sneaking by as I lay in bed too lazy to bother with any thing. But cosmos grabbed it by its collar and flung it back at me. Early evening or late afternoon, I couldn’t decide when one ends and the other begins, a friend dropped by. I would call her S but we already have one S so this one will be SU. So SU is the girlfriend of another good friend who will from now on be known as either Zombie or Hairy, damn I am indecisive today! Side effect of being a Libra as they say.
So SU landed at our place and wanted to go out somewhere in the night. As usual the three of us, Me, her and Sean, couldn’t decide on one place. Finally I gave up as I had to go to the mall because of the event on the coming Tuesday. So I went for a trim first. The follicles on my face were long enough to attract weird stares on the bus and at fucking 7 in the morning last thing I want is a weird fucking stare. So in general interest of public safety I went under the shears.
Then I headed to Crosswords, a store I used to love, which has been steadily going down the drain. Its really hard to find what you want to read there unless, of course, you need some self help books. The OCTSD struck again and I ended up buying some full sleeves tshirts. What is the point of buying branded full sleeve tshirts to wear under cheap tshirts you painted at home? I don’t know either. If I did, OCTSD wouldn’t have played a cameo on this blog.
By the time I was done Sean called up and told me they were at SBX. I reached SBX to find Zombie was already there. We had a round of drinks and nibbled on some interesting food called buffalo tandoori wings. We had barely started when Sean’s friend called up. Lets call her I or is it E. Gah! Ok calling I I would cause a lot of confusion so I will call I E. Confused already? Trust me not as much as I am.
Any way E was on her way to this place in Bandra named after a tropical place. She was going alone so all of us crammed in to her car and headed to Bandra. I hadn’t been to thee place-names-after-a-tropical-place in over 3 years. But I soon realized it was crappy as usual. It was full of the kind of crowd I can barely stand, not that there was much place to stand there any way. We went up and things went down. Clearly the rule of inverse proportion was involved in construction of this building. On the first floor they were playing the usual club umm, obviously it wasn’t music, stuff and there were 7.5 women and 54.5 men…umm….dancing? Most men looked like they were molesting the air around them. We met some more friends of E there. I got in touch with my old friend the Monk to whittle away my time till the place shut down.
Sometime in the night we left the place and headed to China House. E was driving; she wasn’t like tipsy or anything. And then trouble decided to tag along. Somewhere on the way we were pulled over by traffic cops and E was asked to get out of the car for breath analyzing. Oh crap! Surprisingly the machine, despite E insisting that all she had was OJ, played a snitch and told the Cops that she was lil drunk. And that’s when the Cops sensed a kill and started talking about scary things like “impounding the car”, “taking away licence”, “3500 bucks fine”, “3 days in jail” and what not.
Sean used his three-quarters broken hindi and excellent bargaining skills to get us an amazing bargain. After Cops reached a settlement with us they decided she should not drive. So they let Sean drive. Brilliant! As far I remember Sean was about 2 beers and 2 large vodkas down. But then he is Goan so he comes with some extra special alcohol immunity or something. But now there was another problem.
Sean is used to driving in middle east where they drive in all weird way. So you can imagine how much fun it was for us, sitting in the back, watch him drive. Wipers instead of indicators is one of the milder incidents in the drive to China House which suddenly seemed eons away! Oh and it also started raining to aid Sean’s almost bat-like vision. But we did make it there safely, proved by the fact I am typing it.
Only thing worth talking about China House is the huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge wall of wine bottles. Its awesome. What was more awesome is that Sean knew the bartender and he let us swipe the same card 3 times for drinks which was cool. Of course I chose to drink Guinness over wine but isnt that obvious? Then we left for my place. This time we put our lives back in E’s hands, despite protests from Sean.
At my place we had some grub and of course the green fairy charmed the guests as usual. Yes she is still alive and might last a few more weekends. Finally every one trooped out by 4:30ish and I was in bed by 5 knowing there was no way I was getting up at 6 to go to gym. But Monday turned out to be worse than I had ever expected.