A handful of thoughts

It was a university all girls’ booze gathering. Some of them in there was drinking (and that was a tremendous gallantry for them) for the first time. The food was ordered, gorged upon, and the vodka bottles finished. The session was over, it was time to head home. At the time of parting, each one of them, breathed in to others nostrils and asked “am I smelling of booze?” And the standing answer was, “no no nothing of the sort”. Confident, they made for home and the first things they were asked on entering home were:

“Sniff sniff…what are you smelling of?”

“Did you drink? shame on you, god only knows what you’ll make of our reputation.”

“Are you smelling of alcohol? am I right?”

and so on…

The holy ’spirit’ does funny things to us and as I recently found out, sometimes it can be more fun to watch people reveling under its spell, than to indulge yourself.

One sultry Saturday evening, six friends sat down to drink vodka with sprite and some snacks. I was one of them, but refused to drink and chose to watch luckily. Two pegs went down the entrails and I could the feel the volume of conversation up a few scales. At the end of four pegs, the laughter got longer. After each joke (and what jokes they were) was released into the air, the company broke out with laughter. But as I found out, I was the one that stopped laughing the earliest. Long after I was done with the joke, the general laughter continued. They laughed for at least 20 seconds longer than me. And at the turn of the fifth drink, they began to repeat themselves. When I tried to tell them to hush up a little, because we might invite the landlord’s unwanted attention, they turned to me and said collectively:

“SHUT UP! YOU ARE DRRRUNK!!!”