It is foregone conclusion that partying in your thrities gets affected by many irritants: these include children, house guests, work, absent spouses, warring friends, divorces among friends ie no couples to go out with, money (do i really want to pay 2 grand to be pushed around and drink watered down alchohol?), etc etc.
But some saturday nights the pressure of the weekend gets to you and you need to be out on a saturday night. This is a typical scenaio of my saturday night partying. At 6 pm after getting to know that one gang of buddies whom we usually hook up with are planningto sit in and drink for the nth time, I call up r and a friends of ours, and also a cosy twosome. After going through distances and cover charges we decided on Tapas, at Jay pee vasant.
R agreed as long as we picked and dropped her. All sounded good till the husband dropped the bomb, "Hey I ned to be outta the house at 7 tom!"
Tunign around in shock, I said, "But, thats too early....we arent leaving the house till 9, I mean who wants to go out partying at 9 in the evning?"
He gave me dirty looks, I called r who was getting her hair done at the parlour and she croaked, "I'm gonna take an hour." she relented after i threatened to cancel, and with two people already screaming at me for bad organisational skills we bundled the kid into the car, dumped him at my parent's for the night, and zipped halfway across Suraj Kund area to pick up r. Post which the husband had to go to the temple in gk 2, and r got paranoid on the time.
"Better call up a and tell him we will be late, " she muttered, "he screams otherwise."
"Shuck...i thought all that only happened after mariage." i said smugly, and this was after I had threatened my husband that i would call up our son and complain to him about his bad driving all the way to gk 2.
Tapas had only three white chicks, and two seedy uncles in a corner when we reached but at 500 chips a couple it wasnt so bad.
WE eyed a skinny chick surreptiously and decided that thin wasnt hot and a girl had to have some meat on her bones. Saturdays are sala nights at Tapas so the music was vintage Latino and did nothing for us.
When r and i went to argue this out with the dj, he shrugged and said it had to be latino till 11 as per their rules, to which r helpfully pointed out, "No one is dancing"
at which I soothingly informed him that he was Anal.
the music changed after that to shaka laka latina at which we decided to shake a leg, and that is when the item number happened
a white girl , quite tubby, a bit unkept and wearing a white sports bra and a rag for a skirt too to the floor. Her performance was a pure Bollywood item number, complete with jhatkas and matkas. R and I got off the floor to let the lady have her space.
:Do you think she is white trash, or euro flesh?", i asked.
the husband shrugged obviosuly enjoying the dance.
actually wierd things always happen aound me. Like the time i decide to go to climax there is an excise raid and everyone gets thrown out. Or the time when i go out and get picked up by a 15 year old girl in Orange room, this time my luck has the performance. As an assuredly sleazy time it was great fun.
what got to me was the woman's confidence. She danced in front of a crowded room, with all sorts of people including some pot bellied uncles. And she was hot about herself despit having a very ordinary and chubby figure.
After that of course we took to the floor. and danced to some great house music.
as post script, we left when we overheard a girl negotiating a rate for the night with an 'uncle', and discussed tubby performer as
1. she was a stra struck chick learning bollywood dance from a guru in india.
2. she overshot the flight to goa and landed in delhi by mistake
3. she was a happy girl
Frankly who cared, the anal dj ould have played some nice bollywood numbers and we would have got the cellulite moving too.....................but in the end we left happy and fulfilled that saturday night had been given its just respect.
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