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sanjay insisted i was being lame for sipping coke in a club at 12am and said he'd order the least alcoholic cocktail on the menu for me. tasted like piss so i passed it to darshini. sham and julie had Flaming Lambo's, which is very hardcore and i remember this cos sanjay couldn't down it at his birthday and suren and i had to wait for him to be done puking at Abs. Chem's loo later. did i mention it was the same night he threw up on sen's shoes? yeah, i know, a biological connection between the ex and the newbie. how very cun. after rejecting the cocktail, he bugs me again and tells me there are four dispensers outside with free drinks for the ladies. what i don't know about free drinks is that they are very alcoholic and that they look harmless but are bloody deadly. kind of like some mushrooms that look like reasonably edible fungi and practically scream at you to eat them raw and go-back-to-Nature and all that bullshit but end up killing you efficiently five minutes later. julie tells sham and i to down the cup i filled-she levels it similiarly and the boys are all chanting the famous 'Down It' mantra with eerie echoes of sen's birthday-except for ganesha and amit, who are telling me not to. so i obviously do. i mean, it's ganesha. and ten minutes later i am laughing like a jackass in the Ladies with julie telling me very firmly to only speak to her/sham and shut up otherwise. i find everything funny-julie's concerned expression, the commode, the bright lights that line the top half of my vision...and suddenly paul van dyke becomes so appealing i have to get on the dance floor.by this time everyone is sufficiently high and so we all spill onto the podium in a sea of black/brown/leopard print (julie) and white and dance like idiots.
lavin worships van dyke. what i actually drank, according to renesh later upon closer (sniffing) inspection, was 95% whiskey and 5% peach concentrate. i downed it in 6 seconds. so we dance and dance and dance, and the DJs play Kelis on big screens around the dance floor but heavy trance stuff from the console so we have a weird mash of sounds that just adds to the surreal factor. i was in giggly mode for about 15 minutes...i don't know why it takes such a short time for me to sober down from a high but perhaps its a good thing. nisa said we should try bridget's jone's thai mushrooms from The Edge of Reason cos everything becomes beautiful and it validates you almost humping someone when ur fiance is a thousand miles away. she's a riot la. so i dance and dance and the boys aren't satisfied with how much they drank at rum jungle and make a stop at the SFX 7-11 to buy a couple more drinks before returning to cititel. lavin runs into the CRV gleefully telling me he's flicked chocolates and would i like some.who am i to argue or preach on morality. i was fucking hungry and stoned and darshini was pissed and raymond was doing all he could to take care of her and i missed sen so i ate everything around me and sang loudly to renesh's records playing in the car till darshini plaintively asked me to please stop somewhere near the Selangor Arch. i think i was singing 'Silent Night'. back at the hotel lavin didn't stop talking till about six in the am and everytime raymond went to the loo to puke lavin would loudly announce his annoyance to me.I know, the irony.it was so funny and sweet watching darsh and raymond take turns watching over each other-first she was pissed then he got pissed (that was scary, cos raymond has a tendency to swear at his reflection in the mirror and come at you with a Chucky-Doll grin plastered on his face). so we all go home the following day at 1pm.the usual happens-my stomach feels horribly empty, as does my head, my hair is an absolute nightmare and im reeking of Marlboro Lites, my clothes are sticky and everything i brought is piled one on top of the other in plastic bags.the girls packed for me while i got dressed in the loo.i buy a horribly expensive lunch at Kavitha's (if ur a self-respectinmg mamaker, don't go there.they'll rip you off.try Acha's) and go home to sleep. |
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