saturday night

what a funny weekend. A group of 3 guys getting lucky with stranger wannabe girls. So its saturday evening and i along with 2 of my liquor hungry mates turn up infront of a bar for a good time with beer and music and IPL. But to our dismay we are informed by the man at the door that "only guys" not allowed. They were lucky that we werent a bunch of section 377 beneficiaries else they could have got their asses kicked and branded (or maybe carressed) by their highnesses(the local bobby darlings).We were just very normal guys who at that moment realized how important it is to have a girl.
If you are with a girl, u can "be my guest". If you aren't, then "sir come around 10pm and i'll try and see if i can get u in". Anyway we didnt have any hopes and were either pulling long faces a moment laughing at the humor the whole situation had created. Because suddenly, between the three of us, girls seemed like extra honour credits in a crappy engineering subject, or a discount food(only passion we follow and the sole sin we commit) coupon. Certain need and purpose was felt in the existence of girls. A moment of great revelation and realization.
And just when we looked across the distant dark street, 4 girls and a guy were walking in our direction. The girls looked good. Good clothes. make up done well. Tresses up with the trends. For a moment we didn't know what to feel. We were just looking. But to me, i was reminded of the many times in my life that i had truly thanked god for saving my ass. There i saw not 4 girls and a guy, i saw 4 couples! Lottery tickets! And oh they had passed us while i was lost in a reverie. I turned around and made a mock jog toward the walking tickets and struck a conversation with the watchboy(yes, the guy with the girls). I asked him to do us a favor and in no time we were inside the bar making ourselves comfortable when one of the girls made a remark, "theres no dance floor here...lets go to some disc..cant we go to some disc?"
Boy oh boy! This liaison between two stranger groups was becoming more dynamic in existence and in purpose! Now not only we needed them, but we were about to be used as well! Soon we were packed in our car and heading for a disc, like a cat on a prowl. Out of pure amazement one of us called in our 4th partner in crime(unfortunately, the chap doesnt drink) and he joined us too. Now we were 4 couples and a stag. So we squared in on one hep disc and got our wrists stamped. And then there was no track of time. Only a hazy picture runs through my mind, we are sitting on the sofas, then we have drinks in our hands, then we are dancing, then the girls are dancing, then we are drinking and the girls are dancing. Us drinking them dancing. All of us dancing. Us drinking them drinking. Us watching them drinking and dancing. drinking and dancing. Phone ringing. The sober one out of us reminded us that it was time and we should be heading out. Which made complete sense cz we had to return to our homes while the girls and the watchboy, who were college students from dehradun, were on a trip to "chill out and hang out and have a good time".
We got more than what we wanted. We were in company of girls and didn't have to listen to even one word that escaped their rattling tongues. We got to drink and we got to watch em dance. We also caught up with IPL. Only that the music was so loud that made our retinal fluids a liltte wobbly and it was hard to read the figures describing the match score.
We headed out for a coffee shop. After getting us a cup of hot coffee each, we were sober to drive back home.
As long as there are wannabe bimbos who believe life is about "chilling and having a good time", we can always look forward to a great entertaining evening!
Wonderful arrangement.