My Crazy Stupid Friends

Okay let’s see: This is the situation. You are stuck in traffic for ages in a creaking old taxi and and all you want to do is go back home and have a nice warm bath. But the taxi never moves and you just want to get out and run till you can’t anymore.  This is exactly what I have been feeling the last few days. I was not stuck in a taxi for seven days straight. Oh that would have been much better than what I have been dealing with.

So, K is in town: meaning a very very long weekend of catching up with all those long lost Hell friends, which you might know I like better than slow torture by Jack Bauer.  

Thursday

I was dragged to Blue frog after waiting for the “ladies” to get to the place for two hours.  It was not the usual bunch; we had some of K’s office buddies with us too. Oh Joy! One’s my name sake (Okay, the chic had Eminem and Ludacris as her wallpaper, cmon!). and the other a gult. While I tried to enjoy my nice Chilean wine K starts gesturing that I should take to the other gult on the table because he was getting bored. When did I become the go-to-person-for-befriending-gults duh!!? So, I try and I try to make conversation while the band was playing “I just love Janis Joplin” :(.

And in the meanwhile this junior of mine messaged me that he was in Blue Frog the same night so I thought meeting him would mean less face time with K’s friends. Boy was I wrong, I was stuck with him for half hour where he explains me the travails of an IITian which I might say would be as interesting as let’s say reading War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy (no offense).  But, the second band was really good and they did remind me of a certain time and place which still makes me happy.

Friday

Normal people who work don’t go out every fucking night. But, when did I ever say that my friends are normal. So, there I was at 10 in the night in front of Not Just Jazz by the Bay all dressed up and waiting for people to turn up while it was raining cats and dogs all over the city. The rains don’t deter every one and most definitely not P. She wanted to go to retro night so we are there or she would drag us kicking and screaming, so I took the less painful way out (while she weaseled out my favorite dress :().

This was one of those things I planned to do when I was in Mumbai though with different company but what the hell seize the day and all that shit. So, there I was with the same crowd but listening to CCR and singing on top of my voice when they played “I will survive”. Clichéd, but it works, sometimes not always but definitely sometimes.

 Saturday

You know when weekends were the days when you just sleep around and just by yourself. I don’t think I am ever going to get those days back. So, come rain or shine I had to be out by 2 in the afternoon to drink my way to oblivion. We went to Salt Lake Café, this time it was me, P, K, Tom and Mark.  I had a good time, comparatively of course at this place. Unlimited Sangria does help. 

Then, we made way to Phoenix where we were supposed to go to Comedy Store only we found out it was Vagina Monologues not the regular stand-up act. The guys literally blanched when they heard this. They wanted to find a pub as soon as possible away from the feminist propaganda :D

Then we made our way through Canvas, Totos and finally found a table in Boat Club. This place was I think kept in a time capsule all through the 90s. They were playing such awesome songs and they had UV lights, disco balls, weird posters and the best Smoke machines!! It was like I was transported back to the disco era. We did try to dance but couldn’t do it.

The day finally ended at Papa Panchos which I should say is a pretty funny name for a Punjabi Dhaba. But they were open at 1 in the night, so can’t complain. After a failed attempt to play mafia and a lot of gossip later, we finally called it a day. I should say I had fun, I actually did.  It was a one off thing, let’s just call it a fluke and end the discussion.

Sunday

Sunday, bloody Sunday where I was supposed to be dragged to a dance club. Thank god for low funds all around, the plan got cancelled. I don’t know what it is with me and dance clubs I cannot seem to muster interest to go one. I have been to more than enough of those for this life time. I feel I am too old for this shit. My best night out would be an Irish Pub, few friends, a little gossip, good music and some good conversation. I am a woman of simple tastes :D

So, we were off again pub hopping this time it was Leopolds and then back to Totos. There was one more addition from the old H3 crowd. All I could think of when I was sitting there:  “I can’t take this anymore, just fucking leave already!”  Too much of anything is never good for you.

One week I am stuck alone in a hotel room no one to talk to, and the next I am surrounded with so many people that I can’t keep up.  How shall I find the elusive balance?


P.S. I am channeling my inner drama queen a lot these days :D