This heat, this city, I can't handle it anymore. Sitting at a friend's house now, waiting for her to bathe so we can leave and go somewhere. MB's probably, that haven of cheap drinking in Defence Colony. But still, Saturday nights are not what they used to be. I wish something exciting would happen--- a party, perhaps, with huge moist fans sprinkling cool water over people and an open bar.
Or maybe a farmhouse party. The kind with a guest list, so you can only get in if you know someone. Like the host. If you know the host, it makes you feel super popular, as you breeze past the crowds and go up to the guard and tell him confidently, "eM plus six" and he checks and you go in and you know everybody and there's a pool, and people passed out around it and girls in short shorts and boys in too-short-for-comfort shorts making out in and around corners. Do people not throw these parties anymore? Or maybe it's just that we're getting older and we don't know so many people, or even the kind of people who used to throw those parties in the first place. Funny, that, coz you'd think the older you got, the more people you'd know.
It's funny, how when I was still in my teens I thought farmhouse parties would last forever and I'd always be invited. I thought I'd always know the it music and always be clued in about who was dating who. There used to be a website called Delhigossip.com, and the thrill was in being featured on it, because that meant you had made it. You were there. At the pinnacle of popularity.
I guess we're all still popular now, as in we have friends and a social life and all that. But adult popularity is strangely not as satisfying as teenage popularity. I mean, the number of times your phone rings doesn't inversely relate to how cool you are. I get a lot of phone calls--but they're mostly from PR people. Or Small. And when the people calling you are either work-related or your flatmate, well, you're just not all that anymore.
I do like my quiet-ish drinking evenings with friends also. But there's no excitement, no thrill in having that cute boy finally see you out of your school uniform, or going nervously to the beauty parlour to get your first pedicure.
Sigh. Saturday nights are just not what they used to be in the good ol' days.