Friday, January 29, 2010

How did it go last night .....part 2

So we reached Y's place. It was 7:40, still no ideal time to drink. We stopped for buying some snacks and soda from the nearby shop. The shopkeeper knew us all, as we are regular weekend customers there. We reached upstairs (didn't i tell you that Y lived on 4th floor), that was like climbing Mt. Everest. 'Poor soul' i thought for Y, he has to go through this multiple time everyday, and it is nowhere similar to multiple orgasm (you fitness freak, over worked-out moron!!). We banged the door to a extent that it came out of hinges. That happened almost every weekend, i still wonder why we have to do this when a doorbell was present. It became some kind of ritual to us, for beginning of a soaked up night. We went inside and placed the beers in fridge, so that they can 'chill' (remember, we are still in December). Y came out of kitchen, with spices on his hand, he was the owner, cook, bartender, waiter and watchman of the suite. We rubbed our shoulder with arm patting the back (read hugging, not embracing).
"how have you been man?" I asked. This is my pet dialogue, I am not 'that' good with the queen's language. English is my second language and I am third class in it(yes, i know you got the idea).
"Same old, you tell me what are you up to..... long time dude". Yes, long time, six days three hours, long time indeed.

We went inside and sensed that AC-DC was yelling loudly.... as loudly as the speakers would have permitted. I flexed my muscles so that I can jump and groove on the music, then decided to conserve energy as night was going to be long. Three other guys were there, i didn't knew them well, they did accompany me in these drinking sessions sometime, but still I didn't know them well. I said Hi and changed my phone's profile to vibration, sensing rings won't be audible. I asked Y to change the tracks to linkin park, the only metal I remotely associated myself. He asked me to do it myself and I started fiddling with the computer. Finally I found some songs and made a play list, which everyone appreciated from the beginning. I mean who hates 'smoke on the water' and 'hybrid theory'.

I went to kitchen, it was smelling nice, with spices and chicken being cooked. Y asked me to check the marinated chicken and lit up the coal for bar-be-que in balcony. chicken looked good (as I am not so good at these marination things), so I went to lit up the coal. I took some pieces and kept it on the gas burner to light them up. Once they were red hot, I placed them in the stand and placed a table fan. Slow and steady, I lit up the coal, and it was red, smearing and hot. It is tougher than it sounds here, but as i enjoyed it, and i don't want to spoil your bar-be-que dreams, i am omitting the hard parts.
I came inside to notify everyone about the fire. i shouted a swearing word (a really really bad one) and announced my achieved feat of lighting up the coal. Then I realized P and Q both were there (refer to first post), and made a 'i-didn't-know-you-people-have-arrived' look on my face, and said Hi.
Q smiled back and replied to my Hi, but P made a face which was full of hate and anger. She called Y and yelled, 'you people should behave when girls are around.'
Y tried to negotiate with P, and said some comfy punches (mostly 'honey, i am sorry, he won't repeat again'). He had no idea that this was a bad idea to commit on someone else's gentleman-ness. The night was growing, and with the alcohol intake lined up, so were my animal instincts.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

How did it go last night......

When you are into alcohol more than you can endure, you always end up with experiences you regret, or remember throughout your life, or both. Now I am not into alcohol at all. Alcohol is into me all the time. That is not the point right now. Now if you have to go to a party full of organism of the same sex you are, which is generally the case here in India, you tend to forget your capacity of spirit threshold, and you drink and drink and drink, after which you puke. Sounds familiar, isn't it ? Yes it is. Don't say you haven't thrown up ever, coz no one on the planet has that expertise with alcohol. Not even if you take it only as a homeopathic (read pathetic) treatments.

So here is an account of what happened on 30th Dec :

Evening about 5 PM, I was as usual glued to my laptop, searching for some out-of-world porn. With a party lined up for new year at home, i didn't have any plans for the evening. And then, from devil's precise arrangements, i got a call from X (Names are omitted for identification and making-it-a-suspense purpose).
"Hi man, wassup" X asked.
"nothing much, busy with work" I replied.
"Work... really"
"Kinda, but tell me."
"What are you doing in evening ?"
"Dude, it's already evening."
"I mean night, let's go to Y's place." (again no names)
"Today, what day is today ?"
Let me explain the last statement. I avoid drinking on Tuesdays and Thursday. Teachers, Black label and expensive wines are an exception, provided they are billed on someone else's card.
"I am throwing it today, don't worry." My friends know me well.
"OK then, come and pick me up at 7." I told and tried to finish the conversation as I found a torrent of a lady having sex with a horse. EWW... but still that has to be watched.
"Ok see ya at 7." and X left me in peace for next 2 hours.
I cursed the horse for being lucky, then cursed the internet speed to be slow, and placed the torrent to download the file.
I went out see me in the mirror... not bad for someone who hasn't bathed for about a week now. It's cold in Delhi in December, and you know that. Changed into a party wear and ruffled my hair. Party wear means changing to jeans from my parachute pajamas. Made some lemon tea and went back to check the progress of my torrent. 4% was done with another 5 hours to complete. That meant a new porn after I am back from this unisex party place. I truly relish those moments.
At 7, and I mean sharp 7, a car stopped at my front gate. I made that out because of the shrilling brake noise which these metal monsters make if you halt them from a speed of 120kmph to 0 in a matter of 3 seconds and 20 meters. Then the loud music which indicated something with beat DUUK....DUUK....DUK.DUK.DUK......DUUK....DUUK.... was being played. I shouted to them to lowering the music, and after 5 mins of hand action (used by deaf and dumb to communicate), they lowered the volume.
"Come on in." X shouted.
"Coming" I said and ran back inside for my wallet and cell.In the meanwhile X raised te music again.
"I'll be back by 11, bye mom" I shouted and ran out again to avoid and more clrification.
"OK" mom shouted back, she wasn't in need of any details as she was busy making pickles with ginger and lemons, a new found recipe.

I sat in the car and we sped off on the main road. I turned the music down so that i am audible when i scream.
"So, what is the plan ?" I asked.
"simple plan, We are going to Y's place, drink and make grilled chicken, and paneer tikkas, drink and make some more tikkas, drink again and dance, and pass out there on the couch."
"How many people ?" I was wondering how many couches Y has.
"Me and you,Y, P (X's girlfriend), Q (a girl i wanted to sleep with), and few more freinds, about 15 people." he replied, still concentrating if he missed someone special.
We stopped at wine shop to buy the spirits. Now it's rude to call a wine shop a wine shop in Delhi.
Reason 1 : No one drinks wine, even if they do, they don't outnumber scotch and whiskey drinkers.
Reason 2 : Most of us don't know even a single brand of good wine, neither do the shop owners.
I can give you 99 more reasons some other time.
So we bought 4 crates of beer, 3 vodkas and 2 scotch. That wasn't all we had that evening, I'll come to that later.
X called Y about the scene at his home. Everything was great, they were able to marinate the chicken and paneer, fired up a good bar-be-que which was used as a bon-fire for the time being.
So it took us another 20 minutes to reach at Y's place.

Rest of the story will be continued in the next post. Thanks for reading this up