13 going on 27.
_/|\_ to Camera Kailasam.
This will be my official introduction to blogs henceforth on baguth :) Anyway, here I am, to pay my blogging respects to the baguthians :) for a nenjai-nakkifying surprise b'day party. A total surprise, made me feel like a 13 yr old on the day i turned 27 and hence the title.
21:00, CST, Wednesday (07/27).
My birthday eve. I never make a big deal out of my birthdays (am a guy, duh? :)) but I knew my roomie would call people over; I braced myself to get hammered and junta arrived. 15 people or so, 6 bottles of wine, whole lots of food, 18 bottles of beer?, couple o' birthday cakes and Camera Kailasam's Digital SLR. I got hammered and I was pretty happy that junta visited my place (only birthdays bring people home, sadly. baguth!) Anyway, junta came and junta left and I was done thanking for the wishes in person and on the phone. By friday morning, I had completely forgotten about my birthday and got sucked into monotony.
17:00 hours, CST, Friday (07/28).
I call Kaboor, finish up with work and get to his place for a night of craziness instead of taking the train back to the burbs. Usual drill. I called Milli mama and Ms. W and asked them to come downtown to party. They said they'd try, Ms. W said she was tired; usual drill. Sometimes they make it, sometimes they don't. I call Madhan (I used his name already, so what the hell? :)) and asked him not to venture out to Indiana (sniper shooting) and he said he wasn't gonna. So, I head out with Kaboor, we play pool for an hour or two, come back and kaboor said something about free alcohol at sound bar. I gladly agreed, we got to the place and they asked if we were there for a private party; Kaboor randomly said "raman" and "bharath" and they let us in. I was like "dude, I don't believe it worked; For once, somebody with the same names had RSVPed!" and he had a wicked grin on his face. Grrr. We walk in and he mentions my name again and the manager asked if i was "ET". And it hit me. I just let it out and screamed "oh you fucker, you didnt!". All hell froze for a second, everybody stopped talking and looked at us and we burst out laughing. I walk in and I see every single person that i had called earlier waiting for me. Kaboor, u doggg..!! Junta had good laughs going over my fone conversations and everything was a blur, after that. A whole lotta people turned up including "her"; Kaboor, my heart says thanks but my mind says 'oh u fucker!' :D. Anyhow, super blast. We danced like crazy all night and it was a "baguth" baguth hangout after ages :) Of course, we finished it off at Baba's and I was just filled with joy. This is gonna sound a bit gay, but being the typical guy who doesnt really care about his birthday, I totally enjoyed seeing everybody together and savored the attention. super stuff.
18:44 hours, CST, Today.
Thanks for showin up, boys n girls. Truly one hell of a party. Kaboor, I can't rave enough about the Wrigley Field brick. I swear to god, dude. You couldn't have gotten me anything better; I hope u didn't have to go through a lotta pain to get it, by the way! And kudos for pulling off a hell of a bash; As I had told u before, I was donald -toupe- trump, I'da said "you're hired" :P Kalakkita po!!
On a different note, Thotha, one of my birthday party attendees, had signed my birthday card with these two lovely words:
This will be my official introduction to blogs henceforth on baguth :) Anyway, here I am, to pay my blogging respects to the baguthians :) for a nenjai-nakkifying surprise b'day party. A total surprise, made me feel like a 13 yr old on the day i turned 27 and hence the title.
21:00, CST, Wednesday (07/27).
My birthday eve. I never make a big deal out of my birthdays (am a guy, duh? :)) but I knew my roomie would call people over; I braced myself to get hammered and junta arrived. 15 people or so, 6 bottles of wine, whole lots of food, 18 bottles of beer?, couple o' birthday cakes and Camera Kailasam's Digital SLR. I got hammered and I was pretty happy that junta visited my place (only birthdays bring people home, sadly. baguth!) Anyway, junta came and junta left and I was done thanking for the wishes in person and on the phone. By friday morning, I had completely forgotten about my birthday and got sucked into monotony.
17:00 hours, CST, Friday (07/28).
I call Kaboor, finish up with work and get to his place for a night of craziness instead of taking the train back to the burbs. Usual drill. I called Milli mama and Ms. W and asked them to come downtown to party. They said they'd try, Ms. W said she was tired; usual drill. Sometimes they make it, sometimes they don't. I call Madhan (I used his name already, so what the hell? :)) and asked him not to venture out to Indiana (sniper shooting) and he said he wasn't gonna. So, I head out with Kaboor, we play pool for an hour or two, come back and kaboor said something about free alcohol at sound bar. I gladly agreed, we got to the place and they asked if we were there for a private party; Kaboor randomly said "raman" and "bharath" and they let us in. I was like "dude, I don't believe it worked; For once, somebody with the same names had RSVPed!" and he had a wicked grin on his face. Grrr. We walk in and he mentions my name again and the manager asked if i was "ET". And it hit me. I just let it out and screamed "oh you fucker, you didnt!". All hell froze for a second, everybody stopped talking and looked at us and we burst out laughing. I walk in and I see every single person that i had called earlier waiting for me. Kaboor, u doggg..!! Junta had good laughs going over my fone conversations and everything was a blur, after that. A whole lotta people turned up including "her"; Kaboor, my heart says thanks but my mind says 'oh u fucker!' :D. Anyhow, super blast. We danced like crazy all night and it was a "baguth" baguth hangout after ages :) Of course, we finished it off at Baba's and I was just filled with joy. This is gonna sound a bit gay, but being the typical guy who doesnt really care about his birthday, I totally enjoyed seeing everybody together and savored the attention. super stuff.
18:44 hours, CST, Today.
Thanks for showin up, boys n girls. Truly one hell of a party. Kaboor, I can't rave enough about the Wrigley Field brick. I swear to god, dude. You couldn't have gotten me anything better; I hope u didn't have to go through a lotta pain to get it, by the way! And kudos for pulling off a hell of a bash; As I had told u before, I was donald -toupe- trump, I'da said "you're hired" :P Kalakkita po!!
On a different note, Thotha, one of my birthday party attendees, had signed my birthday card with these two lovely words:
"die bitch".
Go figure!
// Adios //
posted by Bharath at 4:29 PM
1 Comments:
I pay my baguth respects to you gentleman.
happy budday!
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