It all began with me making my way to a pub called One Flight Down. I left home roughly at about 7:00 pm. After meandering my way through the traffic and other nuances that go along with not knowing the right route to my destination, I reached ground-zero at about 8:15 or something. The first co-incidence happens here.
I catch a glow-sign overhead and relay the name to him. I can't remember the name so here's a pseudo re-construction of what I said. "I'm ummm... Right next to a hotel or restraunt called blah-something-blah!" Ten feet later, I dig the breaks! OFD was in the basement of the same darned building! :o) I wave aloha to sharat after we locate each other and then i begin to reverse the car so I can park in the parking lot.
Co-incidence numbero deus happens now. Just as I'm reversing, A white, unmarked Sumo pulls up behind me. I swerve in reverse around the vehicle and stay on trajectory. And surprise, surprise! Guess who steps outa the Sumo. Our one and only
A quick "Hey-hey-hey!" later, I go ahead and park the car. Come back out, and filter myself down the staircase (or should I call that a flight?).
I notice a blank looking sound-man sitting beside a decrepit looking 16-channel sound-mixer.
We find ourselves a table and some chairs, transfer our weight to them and
Some more chit-chatting later,
back to the table, Two Large Whiskey's on the rocks, The party is just starting.
Somewhere down the line, I think it was after the Tequila shots, I made the dreadful mistake of consuming a paneer (I think that's what it was) something. It tasted good in my mouth, but since it was a milk-derivative, it was the downfall of Jim.... I tend to react violently to a combination of Milk and Alcohol. It's happened once before, and I was sorry then. It happened last night, and I can't believe how un-seeing I was.
I did'nt realize it at the time, but when we finally decided to make a move, it was to go to "Bottles & Chimneys" (a hip-hop and happening pub). I would have taken my car, but it was decided that we'd all ride in
Somewhere down the line, I could feel the inside of my stomach begin to curdle and lurch. For a moment there, I thought I'd zap out immediately. But I somehow managed to bring life back into my veins, but sadly, that was'nt to last. We reached B&C's and I managed to step out of the vehicle, Fresh air can do wonders.... Unfortunately, I was already too far gone by then. We were waiting for the Driver to park the car, and to get entry into th place when my mind went blank. The next thing i remember was being helped up by
I remember many snippets of detail from there on, but I won't talk about all of them here, It's just too much detail and verbosity.
At Tank Bund, I realized I was beyond managing further psychological control over my innards, and stopping on the side, I let fly, sending debris into arcs of frantic expulsion. Back in the car, I was feeling tons better, the rest of the ride back to OFD was uneventful. Or at least it was uneventful as far as I can recall. I cocked my head backward and felt the cold wind refresh my senses.
Finally, we reached (in one piece, thankfully!). We got out, and walked over to my car. I was certainly in no position or mood to drive (No Way!), and
We finally reach home and I convince him I'm okay enough to park the car. So, well, I park the car. :o) Yeah, I know that's nothing to be proud about, but seeing the state that I had been just a short while ago, I felt good to feel okay. :o) We walked back to his vehicle and We said our goodnights and I said my thank yous. All in all, I'm thankful for him, I'm glad to have wonderful friends, I'm sick of myself and I've learnt to make sure that I WATCH what I eat! Ugh!
Hmmm.... I finally awoke this morning at about 11:00 am, my neck hurting like hell from all the head-banging. But no hangover and no recoil whatsoever. I can't say I was happy about the previous night, but it was a good learning experience. (Even if I did'nt experience most of it NEways. lol!)
Kaydeeyoh!