Bar hoppin’, Cop stoppin’

So finally a post about *that* Sunday. The Sunday that came after *that* Saturday and before *that* Monday. Now that I there are no doubts about which Sunday is *that* Sunday, Ill proceed with the blog. As usual, being the nice guy that I am, I had no plans to step out of my apartment and get in to any trouble. But the cosmos conspired and I found myself in, you guessed it, trouble again.

So the Sunday was sneaking by as I lay in bed too lazy to bother with any thing. But cosmos grabbed it by its collar and flung it back at me. Early evening or late afternoon, I couldn’t decide when one ends and the other begins, a friend dropped by. I would call her S but we already have one S so this one will be SU. So SU is the girlfriend of another good friend who will from now on be known as either Zombie or Hairy, damn I am indecisive today! Side effect of being a Libra as they say.

So SU landed at our place and wanted to go out somewhere in the night. As usual the three of us, Me, her and Sean, couldn’t decide on one place. Finally I gave up as I had to go to the mall because of the event on the coming Tuesday. So I went for a trim first. The follicles on my face were long enough to attract weird stares on the bus and at fucking 7 in the morning last thing I want is a weird fucking stare. So in general interest of public safety I went under the shears.

Then I headed to Crosswords, a store I used to love, which has been steadily going down the drain. Its really hard to find what you want to read there unless, of course, you need some self help books. The OCTSD struck again and I ended up buying some full sleeves tshirts. What is the point of buying branded full sleeve tshirts to wear under cheap tshirts you painted at home? I don’t know either. If I did, OCTSD wouldn’t have played a cameo on this blog.

By the time I was done Sean called up and told me they were at SBX. I reached SBX to find Zombie was already there. We had a round of drinks and nibbled on some interesting food called buffalo tandoori wings. We had barely started when Sean’s friend called up. Lets call her I or is it E. Gah! Ok calling I I would cause a lot of confusion so I will call I E. Confused already? Trust me not as much as I am.

Any way E was on her way to this place in Bandra named after a tropical place. She was going alone so all of us crammed in to her car and headed to Bandra. I hadn’t been to thee place-names-after-a-tropical-place in over 3 years. But I soon realized it was crappy as usual. It was full of the kind of crowd I can barely stand, not that there was much place to stand there any way. We went up and things went down. Clearly the rule of inverse proportion was involved in construction of this building. On the first floor they were playing the usual club umm, obviously it wasn’t music, stuff and there were 7.5 women and 54.5 men…umm….dancing? Most men looked like they were molesting the air around them. We met some more friends of E there. I got in touch with my old friend the Monk to whittle away my time till the place shut down.

Sometime in the night we left the place and headed to China House. E was driving; she wasn’t like tipsy or anything. And then trouble decided to tag along. Somewhere on the way we were pulled over by traffic cops and E was asked to get out of the car for breath analyzing. Oh crap! Surprisingly the machine, despite E insisting that all she had was OJ, played a snitch and told the Cops that she was lil drunk. And that’s when the Cops sensed a kill and started talking about scary things like “impounding the car”, “taking away licence”, “3500 bucks fine”, “3 days in jail” and what not.

Sean used his three-quarters broken hindi and excellent bargaining skills to get us an amazing bargain. After Cops reached a settlement with us they decided she should not drive. So they let Sean drive. Brilliant! As far I remember Sean was about 2 beers and 2 large vodkas down. But then he is Goan so he comes with some extra special alcohol immunity or something. But now there was another problem.

Sean is used to driving in middle east where they drive in all weird way. So you can imagine how much fun it was for us, sitting in the back, watch him drive. Wipers instead of indicators is one of the milder incidents in the drive to China House which suddenly seemed eons away! Oh and it also started raining to aid Sean’s almost bat-like vision. But we did make it there safely, proved by the fact I am typing it.

Only thing worth talking about China House is the huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge wall of wine bottles. Its awesome. What was more awesome is that Sean knew the bartender and he let us swipe the same card 3 times for drinks which was cool. Of course I chose to drink Guinness over wine but isnt that obvious? Then we left for my place. This time we put our lives back in E’s hands, despite protests from Sean.

At my place we had some grub and of course the green fairy charmed the guests as usual. Yes she is still alive and might last a few more weekends. Finally every one trooped out by 4:30ish and I was in bed by 5 knowing there was no way I was getting up at 6 to go to gym. But Monday turned out to be worse than I had ever expected.


39 thoughts on “Bar hoppin’, Cop stoppin’

  • Jhayu

    I was hoping you’d try to be cool and use WoW for the Wall of Wine. Damn. Then I could’ve been cool and gone, “Oh, what’s that? Women of Wrestling?”

    I should give up now and kill myself.

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  • Che

    @Jhayu:

    No dont kill yourself. Who will I pick on in office, oh wait kurtnirvana joined P******m. Hmm. ok.

    I didnt use WoW as I already used WoW for P******m so didnt want to “violate” the policies 😉

    @Kurtnirvana:

    You *never* disappoint me. I expected this question from you.
    well some “women” there couldnt be classified as women so I count them as half and same for “men”

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  • kurtnirvana

    @Che according to me women have been women since the time of eve 😉 and classification of some women in the category of not being women enough might just get you in bad books of some of your fan’s as i believe most of them are women ;).

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  • Che

    @kurtnirvana:

    You either dont know enough women or you dont know women enough. And same stands for men too. I am not being sexist here. or am I? gah! the indecision continues. damn you mom and dad, should have chosen a different month.

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  • kurtnirvana

    @Che yeah you are kind of right in a way never got around to understanding the women much i always get ‘LOST IN TRANSLATION’;) of their thoughts and their words.

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  • Still thinking

    1) Sean seems impressive! I even like his name.
    2) People in the ME drive well Mr, didn’t you read my post on it – you have one writing your comments column often, so b c…..l :p
    3) Please, please, close that lid on GF, I’ll be down on holidays in the next few months 🙂

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  • Che

    @kurtnirvana:

    keep reading and keep learning 🙂

    @Still:

    1) Well Sean has this special ability. Everytime things in his life are not going well he manages to make them even worse. I keep him around for amusement.

    2) I never said that people in ME dont drive well, just that they drive on the wrong side and have steering in the wrong place!

    3) Well if you want GF all you have to do is ask. Being the generous and philadering…i mean philanthropic man that I am, I’ll save some for you. But it better be *few* months

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  • Che

    @preeti:

    finally someone believe me!

    I wonder how you manage *THREE* blogs. I am gonna go through them when I have more time and discover your secret.

    @Still:

    Hmm december. I could do that. Do I get some bergs :P?

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  • Preeti

    what about perpetual offender instead of textual offender…???

    nooooo…those blogs will reveal that i have MPD and also how soppy i am…

    to judge a writer by her/his writing is significant of gross imbecility…

    im a walking contradiction…

    i invite and then i un-invite

    tch tch…looks like this confusion thingie from your post is contagious

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  • Sree

    “So in general interest of public safety I went under the shears.”
    lol a self critique too.But to know that even that didnt help you get out of trouble!hmm..now what did you do on Monday??

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  • Che

    @preeti:

    Aw did I offend you 😛

    Dont worry I have MPD too and I am also bipolar to boot.

    Dont worry i dont judge, I just perform neurosurgery and psychoanalysis.

    Confusion thingie? Hell I am very contagious. People have been trying to get me out of their lives since ages!

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  • Che

    @Sree:

    Yea I know! There is only a little man can do when trouble becomes his shadow.

    Monday went by in my hangover. Dont think Ill write much about it and jump straight to tuesday.

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  • Che

    @Preeti:

    I fend off your offend 😛

    whacko is not a word i like to be used to describe me as it is also used with reference to michael jackson. and every body knows I love children but not in the same way.

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  • Preeti

    oh my god ya…
    whacko jacko…

    chee chee…

    i apologize sincerely…

    there was a time when i went through the phase where i thought that he was God …

    but when reality crept he started giving me the creeps…
    brrr… he still does…

    i feel sorry for him though… his face is cracking…the poor guy…

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  • Che

    @preeti:

    You are lucky I am very forgiving or else I could have easily been that guy behind you, yes that guy, except taller, ganglier and scarier.

    well we all loved michael as kids till we found out he loved us way too much.

    Yes michael cracked under pressure.

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  • Preeti

    gosh… you sound creepier than him…

    you know … your returns are so supercool they make me laugh out loud and people around are starting to give me strange glances…

    not that my track record is great shakes…

    😉

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  • Che

    @preeti:

    I don’t just sound creepy…ask some women who know me 😛 oh wait don’t do that!

    my returns are super cool? the tennis coach thought otherwise. haha. i made a funny!

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  • Che

    @preeti:

    I noticed the tense as requested 😛
    gah! follow women’s instructions and still they are not happy. tsk tsk.

    haha god is too busy saving himself.

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  • Avionic Spanker

    Nice post. Enjoyed reading it .. and the comments section too.

    Err .. pardon my ignorance, but what is OCTSD? Google-ing did not give me satisfactory results. So I am risking my substantial pride to hear from you. Hope its something only you and regular readers of this blog know.

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  • Che

    @avionic:

    Thanks. Now that you have discovered the pool of infinite knowledge do keep dipping in for gems like OCTSD. This is a strange coincidence that yesterday my gtalk status was changed to “OCTSD nahin jante?” and you ask this.

    OCTSD was born in the post “Here is a Shopper” and it stands for obsessive compulsive terrible shopping disorder. and the season of sales isnt helping 🙁

    @oxy:

    Guevara unmade. I get tempted too easily by good things in life 🙁

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  • mystiquedew

    heheheh..
    so thats how “that” sunday was..

    Poor poor Sean…I understand him so well..I went to ME and the did the reverse of everything much to the amusement of my friends there too :(:(:(

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  • Che

    @mystique:

    *that* sunday led to a *bad* monday 🙁

    Dont poor him! He left ME like 5 years back!

    My first I-Day off in 8 years! And its a dry day :-/

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