It was just another Friday, night. I had the same old plans
to meet the same old folks at the same old joints. There comes a time in your
life when you've visited one too many Friday nights. It’s not that they’re
predictable, don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying that I gaze through my crystal
ball of wisdom and experience and foresee the proceedings of the night to be.
It’s just that its tiring. Its tiring to think about it. Its tiring to do the
analysis. Famous Friday last September, my favorite Friday of the year, I went
out to the same old with this bunch. There were four other dudes. Now, I’m no
dude lover, so I don’t really care if there is a copious overflow of dudes on
my Friday night, but if you were to ask my opinion, I’d say five is one too
many. That’s a lot of action seeking, game faced energy and I don’t know if one
silly little bar table could handle it. There were 6 ladies coming too. Its not
as if there was a shortage of game. This city, my life, is no desert. It’s a
pretty dense jungle of things exotic and unnecessary. But I don’t think it
matters how dense the jungle is. If there are too many hunters out there,
they’ll end up shooting each other. There’s only limited space you know,
limited ways to bait. But fuck that, life isn't perfect the rest of the fucking
week so why crib over the state of Jurassic park on a Friday night. At least there’s no shit that needs typing. The thing as you grow wiser is that people
have different things they want from this zoo committee meeting they most
gladly attend. Take Urvi, she just wants to down some drinks, because she must,
before she goes back to her wretched husband and actually has to spend time
with him on the weekend. She loves him too much to fuck her head up though. She
will come out and make polite, flirtatious conversation and just when you think
the alcohol is setting in and you might just find her tolerable, she gets up to
leave. Sia has a boyfriend she hates, and he’s a little bit like me, that makes
the perfect fucked up combination of facts for her to be temporarily attracted
to me and help make a fun night. Jai wants her too though. I can tell, and he
mentioned it rather crudely and directly over a drink the other day. Hina is
married but she’s great pals with Sia and Rahul, so she will honor us with her
entertaining conversation about her troubles as a young mother and a working
wife. I bet she thinks of us as a support group of some sort, pouring all her
troubles in her glass and throwing the filthy cocktail right into our faces.
Sia makes better conversation, but she gets stupider with every drink. People
react in wildly different ways to alcohol. One would imagine that is amusing to
observe, it is. But I know these people and their future drunk state will be no
surprise to me. Varun and Hari are bringing their girlfriends and will try
their best to sound like bad-ass risk loving game-players and not overdo it.
Fucktards. Rina is the only one who is truly single. There are reasons. She’s
blind as a bat, in the head. She’s the one who laughs at every joke that
everyone makes, that very giggly, I will not laugh too much but not too less
either laugh. She’s the one who does that and finds herself giggling at some
dark witty completely inappropriate statement that draws the quiet glances from
the rest, and then looks around only to realize she fucked up. And she tries to
cover that up with a smile. A cute one. She looks okay. I don’t want to come home drunk and alone. Makes for the worst
hangovers. See this is the problem. There’s too much to think about. I wonder
how it would be to just walk out on a Friday night and see what happens. Maybe
meet the same people, maybe some new ones. No pressure, just go with the flow.
How about that?
