ok so I'm drunk and Pink Moon is exhausted from coercing her sister to dance to Glee songsand is lying on her bed and I'm being lame and writing in the dark. I can't even see the keys.
I know some of you have been to Mybar and thought it wasn't that shady (the fine line is between ankhon ankhon se balatkaar and actual balatkaar). But have you ever had the privilege of being allowed downstairs into their private lounge type area? So we were. And it is the best shit ever. Remember that scene in Oye lucky when Gogi sahab is at that place with the "Aisi lagi lagan meera ho gayi magan woh toh galigaligaligaligaligaligaligali....." yeah, that shit. So the downstairs lounge of Mybar is a place for private parties with pimps and dubious aunties and Rajiv Ji who requests all our favourite songs and somehow we wandered in there on this day when I was supposed to be ill and we were supposed to watch Dirty Picture but didn't and we have to report for our JazzFest duties at 2pm tomorrow but got bhand instead. Dinner and pre-game drink and joint and stuffing our faces at Sams with Sols and Shaun and Dikra (who arrives screaming FAKKKKK and ranting about work and wearing his tie and trousers) and we enter Mybar and go downstairs and Maya Madum is singing Salam-e-ishq (she's really good btw) and the men are taking turns singing (they all sound like Kishore Kumar, One of them has polaroid tinted aviators) and they have great voices and are singing our favourite uncle songs (Shanno I know you're asleep right next to me but that Lai Bhi Na Gayi Nibhai Bhi Na Gayi song IS from Chalte Chalte!!) and dedicating songs to us and we give them a little irshaad wave and nod) and drink double rums and whiskeys on and on and then we go upstairs and drink some more and then Dev and I took an auto home at some 1230 and singing Delhi Belly and Kominas songs loudly and confusing our autowallah and now the winter has started and all our favourite people are going to be here (except you DJ I miss you bro) and I will report more crazy later.
Over and motherfuckin out.
QF
I know some of you have been to Mybar and thought it wasn't that shady (the fine line is between ankhon ankhon se balatkaar and actual balatkaar). But have you ever had the privilege of being allowed downstairs into their private lounge type area? So we were. And it is the best shit ever. Remember that scene in Oye lucky when Gogi sahab is at that place with the "Aisi lagi lagan meera ho gayi magan woh toh galigaligaligaligaligaligaligali....." yeah, that shit. So the downstairs lounge of Mybar is a place for private parties with pimps and dubious aunties and Rajiv Ji who requests all our favourite songs and somehow we wandered in there on this day when I was supposed to be ill and we were supposed to watch Dirty Picture but didn't and we have to report for our JazzFest duties at 2pm tomorrow but got bhand instead. Dinner and pre-game drink and joint and stuffing our faces at Sams with Sols and Shaun and Dikra (who arrives screaming FAKKKKK and ranting about work and wearing his tie and trousers) and we enter Mybar and go downstairs and Maya Madum is singing Salam-e-ishq (she's really good btw) and the men are taking turns singing (they all sound like Kishore Kumar, One of them has polaroid tinted aviators) and they have great voices and are singing our favourite uncle songs (Shanno I know you're asleep right next to me but that Lai Bhi Na Gayi Nibhai Bhi Na Gayi song IS from Chalte Chalte!!) and dedicating songs to us and we give them a little irshaad wave and nod) and drink double rums and whiskeys on and on and then we go upstairs and drink some more and then Dev and I took an auto home at some 1230 and singing Delhi Belly and Kominas songs loudly and confusing our autowallah and now the winter has started and all our favourite people are going to be here (except you DJ I miss you bro) and I will report more crazy later.
Over and motherfuckin out.
QF
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