My very first party bust!
Ok, so flick-talk will have to wait. Haven't seen much besides Zorro II anyway. And besides a voluptuous woman of the Welsh persuasion, there isn't much to talk about anyway. Next in line are "Good night and good luck", "Derailed" and "Chicken Little" (or whatever that chick-flick is!)
Yes indeed, ladies and gents, my party was busted by cops! I suppose that's not something one would shout from the rooftop, but I personally found it kinda thrilling. It certainly made up for the dance parties I didn't have as an undergrad. It's ONLY times like these that I had a bit of a frat boy in me! But noooooooo....the control freak in me is alive and kicking, and still not really prepared to get drunk. I did want to get drunk like I haven't in many years. Hell, after all, this wasn't a party that I co-hosted with Saurabh or Nimish, not a party I was a guest at, but my very own! But I guess, it was all for the best, coz someone had to be sober enough to talk to the cops....even if they were campus cops....or as a certain someone affectionately referred to them: "thullas"!
And to think this party almost didn't happen. It was my oversight to plan a party on the same night as the Diwali function organized by the Muncie Indian Assn. (SAMA). So the guests arrived at 10:30 for an 8:30 party. Now going by standard Indian norms, I expect a full house by 9:30p at the latest, but these guys were making me nervous. My mind drifted to my last party just before leaving Denver (even tho that was a disaster for different reasons). I'd like to forget that night as quickly as possible.
Anyway, everybody has a great time at the party. Most noteworthy was Ankit's lap dance for Bhuvni (hmm....), some new dance moves, Kathleen, and of course, the stars of the night, the cops!
Things wound up around 2 even though everyone wanted it to go on for at least another hour. Oh well, such is the price for living in Anthony. But there mayl be a repeat performance, if for nothing else, then to bug the neighbors! We ended the night at Anindita's place, with some highly indulgent scrambled eggs'n'cheese, Ankit screaming obscenities (tho they sound funny rather than offensive, few others could pull it off in front of a woman) and then making out with Susan, who just a little while ago, had thrown up (twice!) on my living room floor.
I guess I just haven't been to a good party in a long time. Everybody's compliments aside, I just hope they had a good time. Now where's that vodka?!
Yes indeed, ladies and gents, my party was busted by cops! I suppose that's not something one would shout from the rooftop, but I personally found it kinda thrilling. It certainly made up for the dance parties I didn't have as an undergrad. It's ONLY times like these that I had a bit of a frat boy in me! But noooooooo....the control freak in me is alive and kicking, and still not really prepared to get drunk. I did want to get drunk like I haven't in many years. Hell, after all, this wasn't a party that I co-hosted with Saurabh or Nimish, not a party I was a guest at, but my very own! But I guess, it was all for the best, coz someone had to be sober enough to talk to the cops....even if they were campus cops....or as a certain someone affectionately referred to them: "thullas"!
And to think this party almost didn't happen. It was my oversight to plan a party on the same night as the Diwali function organized by the Muncie Indian Assn. (SAMA). So the guests arrived at 10:30 for an 8:30 party. Now going by standard Indian norms, I expect a full house by 9:30p at the latest, but these guys were making me nervous. My mind drifted to my last party just before leaving Denver (even tho that was a disaster for different reasons). I'd like to forget that night as quickly as possible.
Anyway, everybody has a great time at the party. Most noteworthy was Ankit's lap dance for Bhuvni (hmm....), some new dance moves, Kathleen, and of course, the stars of the night, the cops!
Things wound up around 2 even though everyone wanted it to go on for at least another hour. Oh well, such is the price for living in Anthony. But there mayl be a repeat performance, if for nothing else, then to bug the neighbors! We ended the night at Anindita's place, with some highly indulgent scrambled eggs'n'cheese, Ankit screaming obscenities (tho they sound funny rather than offensive, few others could pull it off in front of a woman) and then making out with Susan, who just a little while ago, had thrown up (twice!) on my living room floor.
I guess I just haven't been to a good party in a long time. Everybody's compliments aside, I just hope they had a good time. Now where's that vodka?!
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