You got it wrong. I don't, in fact, tipple. But sometimes strange things get into you.. ok ok, I just wanted to drink, and so in a very out-of-character manner... I did!
T'was my favourite... wine, and so I didn't have to be asked twice :)) Well, so a bunch of colleagues (no, it hardly mattered who it was) were introduced to a very dingy pub (err with NO music) in some apparently busy part of Bangalore that I am yet to familiarise myself with. Anyway. Long discussions over the previous days. Who's to come and all of that. Perfect timing. How much should be drunk. And some appropriate dressing talk with a long ride leads us to this much touted place... Noon Wines!
Women get in. Find a tiny table where no more place than for the feet to fit in. Crane to watch things being flipped on a tiny screen hidden far away in the dark. Grab the menu and within three seconds flat place the order. That was quick! I like it!!! :)
Time is rapidly killed with some sort of small talk or the other. Wait. The elixir has arrived. One somebody glares in disappointment. "Bas! that's it"..."What were you expecting? A pitcher?? I exclaimed!" We were warned about this fruity sinful drink... and three sips down, I was soooo through! I was funny, talking more than I do, or should. Feeling tickled about nothing at all (never mind that it doesn't take much to get me high) and ranting. But I was conscious, and I let a bit of good thinking take over... faithfully declining a second drink every time I was coaxed. As for what remained in the goblet, I couldn't let it go, could I? ;) Only every sip that went down my system was accompanied by a litre of water and three pieces of very hot Chilly Chicken. Another of my bright ideas...It only, if only made matters worse!
I left earlier than the rest and I haven't quite confessed to any of those guys, but I couldn't walk strai gnt... and payeed the au-to guy more, getting all my math wrooeng.
T'was my favourite... wine, and so I didn't have to be asked twice :)) Well, so a bunch of colleagues (no, it hardly mattered who it was) were introduced to a very dingy pub (err with NO music) in some apparently busy part of Bangalore that I am yet to familiarise myself with. Anyway. Long discussions over the previous days. Who's to come and all of that. Perfect timing. How much should be drunk. And some appropriate dressing talk with a long ride leads us to this much touted place... Noon Wines!
Women get in. Find a tiny table where no more place than for the feet to fit in. Crane to watch things being flipped on a tiny screen hidden far away in the dark. Grab the menu and within three seconds flat place the order. That was quick! I like it!!! :)
Time is rapidly killed with some sort of small talk or the other. Wait. The elixir has arrived. One somebody glares in disappointment. "Bas! that's it"..."What were you expecting? A pitcher?? I exclaimed!" We were warned about this fruity sinful drink... and three sips down, I was soooo through! I was funny, talking more than I do, or should. Feeling tickled about nothing at all (never mind that it doesn't take much to get me high) and ranting. But I was conscious, and I let a bit of good thinking take over... faithfully declining a second drink every time I was coaxed. As for what remained in the goblet, I couldn't let it go, could I? ;) Only every sip that went down my system was accompanied by a litre of water and three pieces of very hot Chilly Chicken. Another of my bright ideas...It only, if only made matters worse!
I left earlier than the rest and I haven't quite confessed to any of those guys, but I couldn't walk strai gnt... and payeed the au-to guy more, getting all my math wrooeng.
3 comments:
no u didnt tel us tht u cudnt walk str8!!!hmmmm..
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yea yea u dont tipple.. go explore better pubs in bangaluroo is a quick tip!
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