The Party

Sunday Morning Accounts:
Alcohol units: 3/4
Cigarettes: 25
Weight: Stable
Hours slept: 2
Bad karma amassed: Rebirth as slug


It was a purple sort of evening. Three of us were dressed in purple--me, Ragini and Urvashi. The conversation was mostly purple. The coke took on a purple-y hue at some point. And my mood was shining, shimmering purple--dancing between sparkly lavender to royal plum.

I decided to wear my Mango spaghetti finally, after many hours in front of my cupboard. One of my sole designer tops, it's gorgeous and snotty to all my other clothes. And it doesn't sit in a comfortable pile with the rest of my spaghettis, where they gossip about where they have been and who they have been with. My Mango spaghetti with its discreet MNG label hangs by itself. Which is probably a good thing, because it has a lot more stories than the rest. It's super-tight though, would probably show even an extra mole on your back, so I gasped as I squeezed myself into it. Hey, if I was going to be handicapped, I might as well be a hot handicap, right? That's what I thought.

My guests, all of them, with the exception of Ragini and her friend Nandini (who came at 8.30, which is a GOOD time to come for a party) were all very, very late. By the end of it, the three of us were ready to curl up on the couch and go to sleep. I made myself a drink though, and Ragini was constantly on the phone, which is a staple for her at parties. Then, I think, by around 10.15-ish, after I was ready to cry because so many people had cancelled (honestly, does no one believe in a good old-fashioned house party anymore?) in trooped Urvashi, her boyfriend John, the Jabberwock and Samit. They all looked a little taken aback to see empty house and the three of us looking mournful, but recovered remarkably and even made themselves drinks. (Urvashi and Samit had formed a 'Put-Much-Alcohol-In-One-Drink' club. They kept doing that and huddling in corners and giggling.)

Then, then, in came many young pretty boys, Ragini's boyfriend Saif, who she greeted with a squeal and his friends Daman and Luke.

(Quick back story: Over the past couple of weeks, I've been spending an exceptional amount of time with Ragini and Saif. We've been going out a lot, mostly for coffee, couple of times to TC, sometimes they come over. Usually, with Saif's best friend, Luke. Luke is very, very hot, but young (21) and worse, he has a girlfriend. There has been some mild flirting, combined with Saif whispering things like, "Dude, he really likes you and all." Luke's girlfriend leaves in a month, for foreign shores and so I pretty much thought that perhaps, maybe in a month things might happen there. Only he had been behaving a little off, not quite so friendly, not quite so flirty, so I thought that perhaps he had changed his mind. We hit it off great though, we like the same music, he's in a band, he seems to really listen when I'm talking, that kind of thing. Of course, the pure unbridled lust did have a part to play, but hell, I'm grown up, I can handle it)

So the evening went on, and I think most people had a good time, or even if they weren't, were too drunk to care. I seldom get drunk at my own parties, too many things to do, but on Saturday I was comfortably happy, in the giggly phase and I loved everyone. Ragini and Luke and I even sang loudly and off-key to To Be With You much to the horror of my less-drunk guests.

And *ahem* Truth Or Dare was played and I felt about 17 and people were saying the silliest things and in the midst of all this merriment, Luke bends closer to me and goes, "I have to ask you a question."

... to be continued