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Yesterday was a sort of special day for me. Four years ago, on the twentieth of July, I became an *ahem* woman. "Happy unvirginity anniversary!" I told the mirror happily. Is this not something other people remember? Because everyone I told yesterday was all like, "Duuuuude, you keep TRACK of these things?" And I looked back at them, equally amazed and said, "You don't?"
Anyway, back to me. So as I dressed with a little extra care--hey, these things happen only once a year--I started also counting on my fingers how long it had been since I last got lucky and I have to tell you, because that's what I do, it was a VERY long time ago. Please don't make me tell you HOW long though, because it hurts to talk about it. Soooooo, take one unrvirginity anniversary and divide by how long it's been since said interactions were last practised and that would make me, well, revirginised. Hymens grow back right?
But I was focussing on the positives as one must do in these situations when you realise that you're going to die a nun and all your internal organs are shrivelling up at the tender age of 24 and you have, in fact, forgotten how to kiss, let alone the other more jazzy stuff, so I went out. My lovely friends from out of town are back--Pieces from Mumbai and Seema from UK--and we had a long catch-up session in the evening. In fact, this evening Pieces is throwing a dinner party which should be nice.
By the time the evening rolled to its close, I was so tired that I could feel the individual muscles in my body going HOME. SLEEP. NOW. But Small and Lily called and said they were picking me up and we were going to Lodhi Gardens for a Dada music concert and they would harbour no excuses and since I was too lazy to drive and I am, essentially, a party slut, I said, "Okay!" almost involuntarily. They were all dressed up, but luckily I have a job where I can look semi-decent, I only looked about medium-horrible and not as bedraggled as I normally would after a long day. I even caught a few boys doing a once over as I fluttered through the crowd, but they could've been looking at Lily, who was wearing this little black dress. Actually, damn, they probably WERE looking at Lily.
Dada music is this mixture of house and psy, but it was only incidental, because the main purpose of this party was the fact that it was outdoors, with this humongigantic fans spraying wet mist everywhere with this psssssssffffffffftttttt sound. (go on, say it out loud. You know you want to.) It was at Lodi restaurant, which is lovely and I should totally go there again with a lover, if that ever happens in this lifetime. (Sorry do I sound bitter to you? You would sound bitter if you ran out of fingers to count the number of months since you last HAD a lover.) There were shiny, happy people laughing everywhere and even the loos had these artistic marigold petals sprinkled in the corners--they sort of contrasted with the wet toilet paper hanging out of the pot, but I'm sure at one point they were beautiful.
I had two vodkas and cokes and found many people from my past lurking in corners, one of whom was my cousin, looking very svelte and delectable and to whom I said, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do" most wisely. Only she said, tossing over her shoulder with a giggle, "That leaves me with a VERY wide open playing field." Hmph. Children these days. I guess it doesn't help that this was one of the few times I saw her when I was completely sober, normally I am so piss drunk at our reunions, U have no words to give cool, big-sister type advice, a role I realise I enjoy muchly.
I also met Golfer Ex, chilling at a table with Lily and I went to sit with them. His friend asked how we knew each other and I laughed and said we used to date. Then I glanced at him and said, "I was a good girlfriend, right?" half-seriously, but he was completely serious when he said, "You were a fantastic girlfriend. The best. You have a talent. I was the one who screwed up." I loved him then, I could've married him. "Then why does no one want to date me?" I asked. "Because you pick the wrong guys, perhaps?"
His friend leaned over then and whispered into my ear, "I think he's still sweet on you." Hmmm.
Small had vanished in a flurry of school friends somewhere or the other, but by the time the party started clearing out, around two or three in the morning, Lily and I were ready to collapse, so we went looking for her. She was sitting on a swing with a couple of people and asked us to hang on till she said goodbye.
Oh and a girl came up to me and said, "You kissed me at TC and we were never introduced!" "I'm sorry," I said, "Did we hook up and did I not call you?" Small and Lily exploded somewhere to my left, but the girl said, in complete seriousness, "No, no, on the cheek! And I don't know your name! I was with another friend of yours!" (It was fun though, mindfucking. And I did introduce myself prettily after that.)
Then we stumbled into Small's car and homeward and this morning I woke up and found a rat in our kitchen.
Ah, will this excitement never end!