you're still seventeen....arent you!!!

I got this invite for an evening do at decibel a couple of weeks ago (rephrasing:- a couple of weeks ago was when I got the invite, the do was yesterday.). And well I, being me, was, as an obvious routine, pretty darn skeptical about the whole thing. I mean not that I have anything against “shaken ma thang” in front uv a couple a hundred ppl but just as a general norm that I have against most scool (bwah…yuck…make 5-year-old-puking-on-his-broccli face here!!) related gatherings. But then since I had had my fill with the countless “night-out” posts on some off the blogs I regular at, I thought well if for nothing else the ‘excursion’ wud do my blog some good. So I wake up on Saturday morning at the grandpeople’s place in dwarka (my weekend getaway) and am in no mood to make it back home let alone go all the way to chanakyapuri for the party. But turned out the folks there had a lunch-thingie somewhere, so I caught the 10:20 metro and…huh… got back home. Countless SMSes and trying to figure out how to make the evening possible without any commutation later I was almost (…being the operative word here) ready to go. Now I had this shameful secret of how I have never ever been to a club and how I don’t know scrap bout parties, so I figured w(ai)ell there really is no theme per say so why get all dolled-up, thus pulling up wateva I cud, I was off. I reach the venue and eeeeks!! There are about a handful of girls outside all dressed up with all sorts of shit in their hair…now how do ya beat that. But nada ppl…I didn’t just spend bloody 80 bucks on a damn auto to go back home. So I, giving them a HA HA UR ALL DRESSED UP look make it straight in. There I find a couple of losers frm back at school who happen to be in charge of the entry even more dolled up (yes…yes… compared to the aforementioned ladies) and going “hey!! You made it”, with everyone. They take my siggi, rip my invite, ink my wrist and am all officially a party person (sounds very cryptic Harry potter ish eh?). Now outside I was like phrrrrrrrr while am young guys, and once inside am all oh howdy doody everyone. The place is all nicely done up and since am pretty late the party is well into action. The track changes from ‘hips don’t lie’ to ‘play ma song’ and am all wooohooo, (consider: I have NEVER EVER done this before) takes me a few seconds to spot my set at the other end of the dance floor and a few more to actually get to them. Again…more people dressed up but then since my set is my set..they really don’t give a hoot bout the fact that am not all flashy. Takes bout two songs before I find my beat and once I have boy am I rockin it or what. (Sudden realization: I lurrv to dance, so much so that I don’t care if they start playing bhojpuri music). The best part about the whole thing was that since everyone knew everyone well enough there was no real chance of me being either picked up or felt up. And given that am surrounded by people who are as amateurish as I am there even aint any chance of them being all, hey what the hell do u think ur doing either. No problems there save for one teeny tiny icky little thing, little into the do and I realize OH hell no. I don’t have any deodorant on. Now bearing in mind that when indulging in anything physical I have a tendency of sweating a tad bit too much means that about half an hour more before I start smelling like a pig. The good part however, the place is so damn crowded that I bet so are some of the other peeps around (gnna start smelling that is). So well off with that. Drinks were on the house and there being a huge flat screen TV with the live match on, they (organizers) seem to have really put their thought into the do. We danced our asses off for a couple of hours more and by the end of the entire thing I was very much partied out. Nothing very gripping other than all that…i said it was a scool thing didn’t I?

Pointers for next time (is there gonna be a next time…HELL YEAH!): -

1. You can shorten you skirts and boot cut your pants all you want, the school uniform Is still gonna make you look like a buffoon…but then that’s the whole point isint it?

2. Never try and dance with people who are all “coupled up”. Not only are they not interested but also there other halves are gonna give you real shady looks if you try to.

3. On the floor, it doesn’t matter even if ur in your undies UNTILL u know all your moves well.

4. Sweaty people must carry their deo-sticks, Clint Eastwood style. U KEEP THEM HANDY THEY’L KEEP YOU DANDY (background fake laughter…. BWAHAHAHA).

5. (this ones for the guys) its ok if u do your ooh-leave-the-stage-and-see-me-go-all-cartwheely jig once EVEN TWICE but then it really gets irritating and extremely desperate.

6. NEVER go up to the dj more than once and never try and be rude (“looks like u left all ur good music home buddy”). The worst thing will be when he turns around looks u in the eye and says “sweetheart if you come up here one more time am seriously gonna consider calling the security on you!!!