Friday, October 27, 2006

Back for a bit

Another Friday night's here. Finally
Work's been an absolute bitch the past few weeks. We kicked out November last week because marketing had a bee up their arse about getting it out before Diwali and Eid.

Tripped my mind out on Diwali for a bit before Bongshell & Co arrived and we headed down and back to the BritChick's. The Pausers were getting together there instead of at The Warrior's owing to earlier trashing of latter's fuckpad.
DeGun, pretty much BritChick's househusband, was already there whipping up pasta and The Pausers were busy getting plastered in the kitchen.
Satriani's chika Pen's parents were there too. Satriani plays lead for The Band and her folks are sort of uncomfortable with pot smoke. Why this is important comes later.
After staggering around there for a bit, decided to go check out KBeer's place where the big-ass cards session was happening.
Staggered up, staggered in, stumbled down. Looked around.. and all the lights are on, they're ALL completely sober, having just begun their scene.
Wasn't about to sit around and wait for them to relate to me, so did all that staggering in reverse back to the BritChick's.
Not a good idea to go walking around hazy drunk and mind-popping stoned when you have sudden explosions go off two feet from you with no warning
Back at The BritChick's everything was pretty much as is.
Except for the usual foot-in-mouth disease that strikes DeGun without warning.
We're smoking a spliff in the kitchen. We being Bongshell, The Pausers and self and Pen's mum walks in with BritChick to replenish munchies on the table.
So obviously, we exit to the lounge without.
A completely alcoholised DeGun walks in gingerly, walks to the kitchen door, looks in, looks out at all of us in the next room and says, "Oh, so all the guys gotta get out the kitchen when the bitches be doing all the work?!", turns around and strolls in to pick up kebabs from Pen's mum's platter.
A little later, Pen is over heard explaining to her mum that "bitch" in India means "idiot". Apparently foot-in-mouth disease struck Howler (who sings for The Pausers)earlier in the week when he told Pen she was a bitch approximately 658 times at lunch with her parents.

Speaking of bitches, went by the folks' Sunday night where all the damn dogs were in heat. The folks can't handle an extended canine population, so all them mutts are separated. The volatile ones at any rate.
Brilliant weather out at folks' place Sunday night.
When you could it notice it below the racket of all of them howling, door-scratching, barking, yelping and fighting not to mention my dad yelling at them to "SHADAFAKUP".

Came back to town, came back up, and my space has been invaded!



The first-floor people's daughter getting married, so hooked up our terrace without even bothering to tell us. Ok fine, the terrace isn't in our lease, but we do live on it more than the rest of the occupants of the building.
At least they aren't getting their DJ up, but they do have a frigging tent, tables, cooks sleeping over, muck, stoves, more muck, excess vegetables.
Fuck, I hate this! Hope they're gone by tonight.

There's some psy gig tonight at Nasha with some supposedly hot Belgian chicky DJ, Skinny Alley's playing at The Mezz and Jalabee Cartel are mixing at Laidbackwaters.
Not a bad Friday night tonight

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