lunedì 27 agosto 2007

House Parties

Obviously to find open discotheques during the week in India is really tough. Hence we have to arrange house parties in order to keep enjoying. The result is the same of any house party in the rest of the world: alcohol, drugs (only sometimes) and crazy people ready to get drunk and to dance all night long.

This is the typical picture of the end of a night; everybody is drunk. We have to help each other to not miss Western Parites.
Here you have Abi and Mehul. We are used to have dinner drinking shots of vodka and Red Bull; it seems strong but I never drop. You can imagine how the nights go ahead with them. They are the most Western Indian I've ever known. Obviusly the fun is guaranteed.

He is Aurelian. You can easily notice that there is part of a cake spread on his face. This is the common way to celebrate a birthday in India. Before eating the cake one of your best friends has to spread the first slice of the cake on your face. It should mean good luck but still I would prefer the European way: "forget about the cake, Let's go clubbin".

In my life I have achieved many of my weird objectives. However I would have never thought to find myself dancing salsa with a man who is wearing a turbant. Luckly he can't drink because of his religion, if not it could have been a problem. He is the mad Apparajit. Really nice guy. I want to underline that we are only friends.

Actually I don't know why I am writing in English; probably it is because I have 5 empty bottles of beer next to me. Anyway, I hope everybody can understand what I wrote above.
Tomorrow holiday. There is an Indian festival that celebrates the relationship between brothers and sisters. It sounds good; at least because I can get drunk without thinking on my alarm. Since I am an only child I don't have to take care of any sister, so W beer.
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2 commenti:

Unknown ha detto...

ale,
tra balletti e mano nella mano con uomini mi sto preoccupando... hai per caso provato nuove esperienze? :)

Cava ha detto...

Tranquillo Giorgione, la figa è sempre la figa e mi piace un casino...