It’s 4.30 am and I just came in from my third saturday night @ Polka. Remember last weekend? When I wrote “Ummmm 1” and “Ummm 2”? Well, I would’ve call this “Ummm 3” but I think I’ve associated a rather negative (in a specific sense) connotation with “Ummm” so I refrain.
The point remains that this WAS my last party at Polka. Why? The music was just terrible! Absolutely horrendous! 3 songs played 18 times, 4 identical songs in all were any good and most of the other tracks were trash. I entered at half past midnight and the place was brimming… with what seemingly were newbies! And boy, were they new! Just  standing there on the dance floor, pretty much not moving a bone or letting people dance. And most were unpleasant looking.
The high point of the evening was fashion designer MA. Well, not him actually but his boyfriend. Oh my god, I’ve never seen such hotness! I just couldn’t look at anything else! Daksh was instead trying to divert my attention to this other fellow (who I ended up giving a short ride to, in my car, courtesy Mohit [who I was dropping home] but didn’t really give a damn about) but GOD oh GOD MA’s boyfriend was a friggin’ SEX GOD!!!
I’d abduct him, if that’s what it takes to have him on my possession. Oh la la! Huge biceps, gorgeous face, gorgeous hair… and not a plucked chicken, which are so much in fad in my community (I cannot imagine why)!
Anyway, Mohit also introduced us Daksh and me to an apparently well known choreographer (name withheld) and she greeted us by names! It was so flattering (for a newbie to the scene, such as me)! There were quite a few straight couples there, really… just to give company to their friends. A smoking hot 30-something year old woman stepped out of the pub, proclaiming “I’m straight…” which made me laugh. “But my best friend is gay :(” she added. How lovely it is, the strong friendships people have (with such hot women)!
Yes, barring MA’s boyfriend, I could only find appreciation for women, tonight. Tragic, yes.
Anyway, my last night at Polka it was. Will confine myself to the weekday parties, henceforth. They’re far high up, in their standards!
It’s 4.30 am and I just came in from my third saturday night @ Polka. Remember last weekend? When I wrote “Ummmm 1” and “Ummm 2”? Well, I would’ve call this “Ummm 3” but I think I’ve associated a rather negative (in a specific sense) connotation with “Ummm” so I refrain.
The point remains that this WAS my last party at Polka. Why? The music was just terrible! Absolutely horrendous! 3 songs played 18 times, 4 identical songs in all were any good and most of the other tracks were trash. I entered at half past midnight and the place was brimming… with what seemingly were newbies! And boy, were they new! Just  standing there on the dance floor, pretty much not moving a bone or letting people dance. And most were unpleasant looking.
The high point of the evening was fashion designer MA. Well, not him actually but his boyfriend. Oh my god, I’ve never seen such hotness! I just couldn’t look at anything else! Daksh was instead trying to divert my attention to this other fellow (who I ended up giving a short ride to, in my car, courtesy Mohit [who I was dropping home] but didn’t really give a damn about) but GOD oh GOD MA’s boyfriend was a friggin’ SEX GOD!!!
I’d abduct him, if that’s what it takes to have him on my possession. Oh la la! Huge biceps, gorgeous face, gorgeous hair… and not a plucked chicken, which are so much in fad in my community (I cannot imagine why)!
Anyway, Mohit also introduced us Daksh and me to an apparently well known choreographer (name withheld) and she greeted us by names! It was so flattering (for a newbie to the scene, such as me)! There were quite a few straight couples there, really… just to give company to their friends. A smoking hot 30-something year old woman stepped out of the pub, proclaiming “I’m straight…” which made me laugh. “But my best friend is gay :(” she added. How lovely it is, the strong friendships people have (with such hot women)!
Yes, barring MA’s boyfriend, I could only find appreciation for women, tonight. Tragic, yes.
Anyway, my last night at Polka it was. Will confine myself to the weekday parties, henceforth. They’re far high up, in their standards!
Oh, and I didn’t smoke one bit, tonight.
Oh 2, and when I came in at 4.30 a.m. (having received a phonecall from mom at 4.00 am, asking me where the hell I was), dad was up looking a bit disturbed. He smelled by breath, to which I responded that I hadn’t drunk and hadn’t smoked. He seemed satisfied. Then I proceeded to pull the internet wire from their room into mine, and he was scandalized that I wanted to log on at this ghastly hour. Sigh! How do I explain to them the duties and obligations of a Live Blogger.
Tags: Booze, Parrty, People
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