The Friandshipp Dayy Weekend

It has started looking clichéd now. One more book review...one more travelogue..and one more weekend story.

It was a reasonably boring week and Fridays have some verve attached them which says enough of the stupid desktop.(not that I work so much) enough of this god forsaken office floor. Get out and be with life. So I started with shopping ( ya ironically guys too shop even though it was shorts and socks..this too is shopping rite?) followed with a dinner invit at my best friends place.

Though people change when they get married like he always insist on eating at home now contrary to the past but I guess Payal made up for it. Awesome food. Lucky Ga. I presented the wine to the hostess. My only contribution to the meal besides eating. It was fun meeting you guys after a long time.( A month is a long time in my dictionary.)

(Though I guess GA it was not necessary to put muck on my past colorful life to earn brownie points in front of ur wife J. I appreciate the effort but you are being a little thankless here…you were proud accomplice in lots of those escapades..)

With good home food on Friday night Saturdays can be a little late and slow. But then it was cleanliness and culinary day.So we decided to gave the rathole (read home sweet home) a new slightly cleaner look.

I can write a whole new post on the JAFRANI PULAO..and aftermaths and goodness that followed :) (jus that details are discretionary and ve promised not to spill :( (why men make promises its so stupid sometimes.) neways Then it was coffee at Mocha. beans eating competition…which never really happened coz beans were too many and stakes were so few..

Then there was a birthday party. Isnt it funny people are so happy on their birthdays despite becoming older. No new apparent influx of wisdom..a year further away from the childhood… a year more into earthly shit… year closer to responsibilities .a year away from innocence..but despite all this we eat cake..sing songs and dance our blues away. No it was not so boring. Actually party was fun..i am just exaggerating.

So for dancing the blues way we went to Enigma (again !!..ya again!!!). Which has an amazing mix of ridiculous prices..ok ambience ..funny crowd and sad music. And on this particular day it was flooded with fat-est. women of the town.( we are not talking plum or chubby here ) Well may be I am anorexic but see watching all the XXL`s of the city at one place wasn’t a happy sight. I mean isn’t for this very reason lounge culture was evolved. Women if you really wanted to dance so badly with all that flab tearing away from all the places..then join the aerobic class no. Nightclubs in stringy tops aren’t practice sessions right?

At 4 am. Returned home. The door lock refused to budge.why these things happen to mean I could never fathom. Finally managed to get after wrestling with it for 40 mins.(attained instant sobriety in the process).

Yippie it was the franshipp Day now.
So I slept.I had khichdi for lunch. Washed clothes. Collected laundry. Read newspapers.Assembled economic times reports of the week. Wrote Portuguese word-list on a chart.

Feliz friendship dia a tudo