Life = butter?

So the end of the year is lurking around somewhere in some corner. I am trying to avoid thinking about it as much as possible. I am also, trying to avoid Facebook, cigarettes and well…it’s hard to admit but yes… weed. Yes, you heard it right. You know what was happening to me during this time last year? You don’t; because I did not blog about it. Now I can. I have been debarred from facebooking because apparently, somebody complained about me being on facebook all the time. This is 100% true. This is because I love my job. And my job requires me to find out stuff about band members who might just come into the music show that I am working for. Anyway, so ridiculous ironies apart, here I am. 12.38, relatively non-wintery  afternoon, because there is no bleeding winter in Bombay. I have a laptop and free internet and I have absolutely no work. Life is gooooood I say. :D Oh, and I just got invited to a party on Christmas eve with the theme “bring out the devil in you”. Errr ok. Anyway. So, last year…..

I was somewhat feeling weird/mind bogglingly happy about this new “relationship” that I thought I was in. so what was happening to me? I errrrrrm…well…ummmm…okay so I went to Oly Pub for the first time. In spite of the fact that I used to wellll …um…I had my college in Park street…but I was a *cough* different person when I was in college. So the first time I went to Oly pub was almost around 12.38 in the afternoon; last year; most probably on the 16^th of December. The afternoon was somewhat weird and mostly fun because this guy finished up like six bottles of beer and was very very drunk in just about twenty minutes, all the uncles (because we were sitting downstairs, and it was an afternoon , oh well) were staring at us because we were sort of arguing/laughing/coochie cooing all at the same time. Also we took smoke breaks. I was generally very happy. Right. So the second time I went to Oly pub was on that same day, in the evening. AFTER I had my much awaited  check-up done and the doctor told me I might have stones in my gall bladder. So I ended up making out (with the guy who at 7.45 pm was almost 600 bottles of beer down) in the unisex toilet.

Anyway Christmas has become very very weird over the years. The Christmas before that, I had discovered the art of smoking up alone. So, I will not go into the details. This time, I will probably spend my Christmas eve in office…and then go over to a party where I don’t know a single person except for the host, and just have a blast, which I always have when I am high.

Enough for now. Later.

Oh and I have quit smoking because I have NO money.