Squee and the Starling stayed over at my place on Saturday night and we got drunk and gossipy. I rolled THREE perfect joints in Regent cigawets. My debut. Everyone clapped. I was born to do this thing, I'm telling ya. The Starling gets particularly chatty when she's drunk, which was fabulous, because now I know all about the Nymphomaniac, the Bisexual, and the "Chuts" in college. So watch out, all you sinners and saints. Look over your shoulder when you walk by. I might be smirking behind your back. I know all your secrets.
Squee can't light a cigawet when she's drunk (dwunk, I means). I light the wrong side of a cigawet when I'm drunk(dwunk, again). But that's because I can hardly ever see things. I'm short-sighted. After six p.m. on any evening you'll find me walking hunch-backed on Kolkata streets, squinting my eyes for potholes and potato peels.
We decided to take a break from bitching, when we realised it was 4 in the morning, and there was no point sleeping THEN, because we were supposed to wake up at 4:30 anyways, and meet J and the rest for Chinese Breakfast at Poddar Court. So I was made to sway my jiggly torso to the kitchen and make their Highnesses Gossipa and Gosserpina coffee [I, er .. NEVER gossip. Oh no.] I make the most fantastic cafe latte. THEY may or may not agree, but I do.
The Chinese Bfast was fabulous, the taxi ride was even better. The city looks its best early in the morning. Reminds me of that old Horlicks advt. Too exhausted right now to go into details about the whole thing. Suffice to say, I'm willing to go again. If anybody wants to know where exactly it is, and how to get there, how much money it takes etc.. just tell me, and I'll post 'em here.