My Crazy Night
I have been planning to meet my friends from my previous life for the last two days.Thanks to my new bosses it actually took me forever to even call them. Okay let’s see the reasons
1. Idea sucks, I don’t have a network EVER!
2. My colleagues have no life, the work and the sleep. Repeat till the end of WoW :)
3. I have no backbone, I don’t like conflict at least not in the first week of the project
4. All my team does is gossip, like fishermen’s wives (it’s freaking 9 30 in the night and they don’t even move an inch!)
Note: My job is taking a toll on my writing skills; I am making bullet points even here. Please forgive me, occupational hazard :)
I was stuck in office till 10 in the night for two days straight. Yesterday I had to meet everyone so it was lunch with K, then dinner and drinks with MS and KS. I did make it to Murugan Idli for lunch, thank god for small favours :). Its nice meeting KK, she is one of those people who I can meet 10 years later and still we will have 100 things to talk about. She quit her old job and now she is working for ING Netherlands. How cool is that? She was in Amsterdam for around 3 months the last time and now she is going for around 6 months. I wish I had such a job. Anyways we reminisced the good old days of wandering across Europe and made awesome plans which I am sure are never going to happen. I did my customary Fab India shopping in GNC Road, without it my trip to Chennai would be a blasphemy.
And I was stuck again till 9 in the night with another pointless meeting. I was seriously trying to channel Dexter. The torture finally did end and I literally ran out at 9 15 and met up with MS and KS.
It’s nice to see some familiar faces, have the same old debates and reminisce the older, better part of our lives. This was one of the best night outs in a really long time. MS had a car and this time I finally found out how good it was to travel around Chennai when you have your own vehicle (S, I might not have had as much fun as you did, but now I truly envy you).
It was fun trying to find your way through the city, even though I have lived for two years I don’t remember a single road. MS had a hard time finding Bikes with my awesome directional skills. Confession: I am BAD at giving directions because I am directionally challenged; it’s a known psychological disorder. These guys were laughing their asses off for so long imitating me. Talk about being insensitive! Huh!
Anyways, here I was trying to get back into a good mood by recreating the whole atmosphere and splash comes the bouncer who looks like Vijay Kanth in that movie where he moves the train with his hand. He actually threatened me that I should get out the place by 10 30 with a menacing look on his face saying or else!
Bikes has changed. It has become a watering hole for all those middle management men with their starched shirts and drooping faces. It’s no fun trying to eavesdrop. But they did upgrade my favorite part with nice comfy furniture so I am not complaining. I did have fun drinking just like old times and gossiping like old ladies. In the end we had to chug our drinks because we overstayed our welcome. It did feel like old times (I missed you terribly S :()
We got out the place still unfed because the kitchen was closed. The idea of going to the beach at night has a sort of universal appeal to all the drunks in the world. I was drunk ergo, I said hell yeah! It was so much fun racing on the streets of Chennai at 11 30 in the night trying to take over a BMW and pissing off the driver twice. We finally reached the beach at around 11 45 only to be thwarted by the police men saying that “anna!! ladies safety, not allowed!”
We started driving around and landed in front of Meridian near the airport. I love the all night dining in hotels for a lot of reasons and now I have one more. Where else in the world would you get a blue berry cheese cake at 1 in the night? We talked and bitched about our jobs and our lives. And as usual KS imparted some very useful gyan about life and eveything else. I finally got back to my hotel at 2 in the morning only to be given the stink eye from all the night watchmen. (Somethings never change :))
But yeah I guess this is what I needed to get back to normal/human otherwise I would have sunk into the world of Game of Thrones. I dream and live in that world these days, and the reasons to live in the fantasy are growing at a very fast rate.
Next stop Hyderabad for a very short weekend. See you on the other side. Ciao!
1. Idea sucks, I don’t have a network EVER!
2. My colleagues have no life, the work and the sleep. Repeat till the end of WoW :)
3. I have no backbone, I don’t like conflict at least not in the first week of the project
4. All my team does is gossip, like fishermen’s wives (it’s freaking 9 30 in the night and they don’t even move an inch!)
Note: My job is taking a toll on my writing skills; I am making bullet points even here. Please forgive me, occupational hazard :)
I was stuck in office till 10 in the night for two days straight. Yesterday I had to meet everyone so it was lunch with K, then dinner and drinks with MS and KS. I did make it to Murugan Idli for lunch, thank god for small favours :). Its nice meeting KK, she is one of those people who I can meet 10 years later and still we will have 100 things to talk about. She quit her old job and now she is working for ING Netherlands. How cool is that? She was in Amsterdam for around 3 months the last time and now she is going for around 6 months. I wish I had such a job. Anyways we reminisced the good old days of wandering across Europe and made awesome plans which I am sure are never going to happen. I did my customary Fab India shopping in GNC Road, without it my trip to Chennai would be a blasphemy.
And I was stuck again till 9 in the night with another pointless meeting. I was seriously trying to channel Dexter. The torture finally did end and I literally ran out at 9 15 and met up with MS and KS.
It’s nice to see some familiar faces, have the same old debates and reminisce the older, better part of our lives. This was one of the best night outs in a really long time. MS had a car and this time I finally found out how good it was to travel around Chennai when you have your own vehicle (S, I might not have had as much fun as you did, but now I truly envy you).
It was fun trying to find your way through the city, even though I have lived for two years I don’t remember a single road. MS had a hard time finding Bikes with my awesome directional skills. Confession: I am BAD at giving directions because I am directionally challenged; it’s a known psychological disorder. These guys were laughing their asses off for so long imitating me. Talk about being insensitive! Huh!
Anyways, here I was trying to get back into a good mood by recreating the whole atmosphere and splash comes the bouncer who looks like Vijay Kanth in that movie where he moves the train with his hand. He actually threatened me that I should get out the place by 10 30 with a menacing look on his face saying or else!
Bikes has changed. It has become a watering hole for all those middle management men with their starched shirts and drooping faces. It’s no fun trying to eavesdrop. But they did upgrade my favorite part with nice comfy furniture so I am not complaining. I did have fun drinking just like old times and gossiping like old ladies. In the end we had to chug our drinks because we overstayed our welcome. It did feel like old times (I missed you terribly S :()
We got out the place still unfed because the kitchen was closed. The idea of going to the beach at night has a sort of universal appeal to all the drunks in the world. I was drunk ergo, I said hell yeah! It was so much fun racing on the streets of Chennai at 11 30 in the night trying to take over a BMW and pissing off the driver twice. We finally reached the beach at around 11 45 only to be thwarted by the police men saying that “anna!! ladies safety, not allowed!”
We started driving around and landed in front of Meridian near the airport. I love the all night dining in hotels for a lot of reasons and now I have one more. Where else in the world would you get a blue berry cheese cake at 1 in the night? We talked and bitched about our jobs and our lives. And as usual KS imparted some very useful gyan about life and eveything else. I finally got back to my hotel at 2 in the morning only to be given the stink eye from all the night watchmen. (Somethings never change :))
But yeah I guess this is what I needed to get back to normal/human otherwise I would have sunk into the world of Game of Thrones. I dream and live in that world these days, and the reasons to live in the fantasy are growing at a very fast rate.
Next stop Hyderabad for a very short weekend. See you on the other side. Ciao!
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