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


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