Saturday, March 18, 2006
This week has been expensive. How strange a thing to say, especially after my last post was a plaintive plea for getting a life. I got drunk so many times this week. First Monday, when the venue was this chhottu place by the sea in Juhu, a verandah full of beer and talk about career plans and life dreams and drunk laughter. Or it may not really be Monday. I'm bad with dates and days, anyhow.
No, o no, Monday was the little nip bar down the road from the office. Glasses of diluted wine that the waiter may have spat into, and then we ordered beer. Man-drinks. *grin* Secrets exchanged, that night.
There was a house party in the middle of all that, and a lovely terrace. Climbing up on top to see the city in a bright blue hazy wave of moonlight, and things would have been excellent had I not been so completely zonked. On beer and wine, of all things. Gripped the balcony of the terrace and kept on telling myself, I will not puke, I will not puke, I will not puke. I didn't puke. Thank god. I don't remember the last time I did, really. I would find it grossly embarassing to ever puke at a party like that, in a drunken heap. I'm much more comfortable being the guy who pats your back and puts you to bed after you puke. Don't ask me to clean the puke please, though.
Cafe Mondegar another night. More beer. Flirting some with eyes with someone at a neighbouring table. Flirting with smiles, and then I turn back to the people I'm out drinking with. I think I may be turning into a perpetual bitch. I snigger and laugh and giggle and gossip and trade unsavoury tidbits. I shouldn't like myself much when I'm like this, but I think I like myself the most when I'm like this.
Coffee after that, Rs 19.50 Coffee House Spl, and some more grin-flirting across a sea of tables. Can I handle much more of a life, realy?
The answer, surprisingly, would be yes.
its surprising hom much difference
a few rotten barley beans can do for u,transform u into a happy world,my boyfriend thinks that i am
on the path of drukardness but what does he know....doesent have to paste a eternal smile on his face.
Well I wish i cud be in ur shoes... Enjoy
u seriously dont want to be in them...public realtions is the worst job in this universe and even worst is guest relations!
you are so fed up being nice to the
movers and shakers and getting at the same time getting bambood by ur boss for not getting the right face for the show.....and the worst part is that u have some grey cells alive which are very necessary to smile to the right person at the right time.
Looks like ur having a ball mate! Keep it up. :)
I saw you on newshour today...
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