A very Delhi weekend

Went to Kdog's house on Friday after work and very lengthy 'writers meeting' with a dance break in between. Rajinder Dhaba galauti rolls and rum paani. Work the next day. Didn't really get anything done all week. Same today, office has been so empty this week. I enter and see the forever alone face staring at me from across the little corridor. 

I was the last one out of work though despite not getting much substantial done and still having the 'I'm a shit writer' hangover. I really need someone who I can bounce ideas off of. 

Post work, meet Az, Maits and Bose. Go to Monkey Bar, played foozball and drank aam panna vodka and ate smooth as fuck pork. Went back to the fucking 'village' and parked at the pehle wala dumpster. Hoofed it, going to the Peter Cat party that half the village was going to. Even Kanchan bhaiyya was giving everyone directions. Walking up several flights of stairs, overhear someone saying 'fucking socialites here man'. Its fucking crowded, I spot R the goat as usual, say hi and we exchange numbers #1 (there's a lot of hellos to people, even those you've met once and number exchanges this evening and I feel like I'm some Delhi stereotype, which I probably am). 

This night I met - people I've met once and really liked, people I've been to college with and barely know, people who used to date my friends and who I only remember as 15 year olds, people who I see in the village, people who I was an extra in a friend's film with, people who look vaguely familiar but I don't know, people who need to use our phone to find their friends, people who don't work at my office anymore, people I went to school with, people who are related to me who I love, people who are friends with people related to me, people who we gave 5am prank calls to in Allahabad (ref: Band baaja baraat diaries). 

So yeah, Delhi is a small place.

Cops came before our first drink is done and before Pcrc had played. Everyone was also super disappointed because Superfuzz were supposed to play. They started playing bhajans on the speakers when the cops came. We file downstairs, I start chatting with V and D who I spot as we make our way downstairs. Exchange numbers #2. We hang around outside for a bit. I show Azu the drawing the Italian lady did on our outside walls, then fuck off, first try to go to mybar. Too full. Rasta too full. Go to garage, drink a couple of rums. Too many douchey types. Azu and I look for another place, fork you is,too full. Run into people who are going to TLR. Go there, One of Teddy boy kill is playing and we're not feelin it. Hipsters and creepsters around. We try to be both and fail. A person I remember only as a 15 year old is here for fucks sake, I didn't recognize him at first and think 'who is this creep?' I'm asking for water from the bar and putting my rum in it. Sarnath Bannerjee is standing in front of us, gives an approving look. Meet 1 more person I've met once,  D is also here talking about her big new project. Numbers exchanged #3. Maits, Azu, Bose and I stand at upstairs balcony and talk about porn and wanking. Bose is really into girl talk. Keep having to move for ppl. Decide to fuck off after we can't really get into the dance mood. I just want to dance to gandi baat, man. "Beedi pee ke nukkad pe wait tera kiya re, khaali peeli 18 cup chai bhi toh piya re" - Most romantic lines EVER. Why does no one wait for me in the nukkad with beedis? Met my cousins and other school people when we were walking out. Exchanged number #4. Cross this one twat and wave. Come to Azu's and talk more shit. Watch True Detective. I've never thought McConaughey was sexy before the first episode of this shot, seriously. But damn that character it too fuckin much. 

Fall asleep after one more drink. Wake up and eat a nice breakfast, sitting with the sun coming in. Bose didn't close the rum bottle properly and so now my entire bag, phone and ipod smell like rum. More girl talk initiated by Bose.

Today Maits has an event for KLPD (name changed, of course). It's an Indian food workshop. We've all been emotionally blackmailed by her cutieface into coming. After that we go to Bakchods. 

Been listening to Faith No More's cover of Easy all of yesterday and today.

At the workshop I had to stand around, I let this firang chick do the work mostly, but I kicked fucking ass at their 'Bollywood quiz' a la Koffee with Karan and so we won ourselves some food vouchers or something. We left before it was over, but not before firang chick and her friend took my number in case I'm ever free to hang and 'talk movies' see that's #5. They were nice for the little while I spoke to them but I don't know if I'm really going to be up to the effort of hanging around with clueless strangers.

Went to AIB's The Royal Turds and had a really good time. Some guy in a car next to us looked over at Azu, me and Maits in Azu's gypsy and went 'next level'. The show was really funny. Which was good, because I didn't have my expectations totally high because I don't find all of their videos/podcasts that funny, some of them are kind of flat, but this was great. The end medly went on a bit too long though.

I feel like I need an actual weekend where I do nothing other than stay in bed. Haven't quite recovered from my post-birthday malaise. Oh yeah, birthday. I kept thinking of this the next day because nobody likes you when you're 23. Dhingers says these days I look like I'm running on 35% battery, which I agree with, considering how hyper I used to be in the past few months. I don't know if it's just because I'm tired or because I feel like I'm not getting much done these days. Ok, fuck this so sleepy.