Yes, at Trader Vics.
With. Each. Other.
*ROTFLMAO*
That had me in splits! Both Ryan and Samir denied any memory of such a ghastly event…but later seemed to warm up to the idea and I had a distinct feeling that they were up for round two! :) They resisted the temptation, lest we all get deported.
Another thing that Sev brought to my notice was the fact that while Rohit and I were heading out (yes, yes at 10pm), she came with us and all three of us got lost on our way to the parking lot! We were trying to find Samir’s car so I could get my gorgeous roses outta there, and apparently, APPARENTLY, as Sev alleges, I gave them wrong directions. In my defence, I plead temporary lack of judgement due to intense intoxication brought on by – yes m’lord – none other that SEVDA GOKSEL!!!
Ok, so leaving out the drama-shrama, we got lost cuz apparently (no, I won’t stop saying that) I told them that the car was on one level of the parking lot, while, obviously, it was on another. *wince* And of course, I crashed in the car…and was snoring away to glory while Rohit and Sev hunted for Samir’s car. I snored my lungs out in the car, got into the house on my own and then fell on the bed and started snoring again! I still stand by my claim that my drink was spiked.
I also forgot to mention that we celebrated Ryan’s birthday at Trader Vics. Sev spoke to one of the waitresses there and had a piece of cake arranged for him. So while Sev went to the ladies’ room, a nice looking lady comes over to me, puts one hand near my left shoulder while she whispers in my right ear: Which one’s Ryan?
I blinked a few times, trying to figure out what on earth was happening, took a quick peek at Ryan and whispered back: He’s the one in the white full sleeved shirt.
The next thing we knew, they were all standing around the table, singing Happy Birthday for Ryan, while I eyed the cake menacingly. :P
The fact that I left out a million details from that night only goes on to show how whacked-out it was!
Hmmm. Our next TT. That’s tonight.
I’d heard so much about Marina Walk that I’d been itching to go there. But as it happened, we decided to go to a sheesha/dinner place last TT. As amazing as it sounded in the morning, by the end of the day the idea seemed a tad bit claustrophobic, what with the pounding headache I was having. I suggested we head off to the beach. The weather’s been to-die-for and I thought, why not? And so where’d we end up going?
*sheeping grin*
At the Marina Walk (yes, that’s where we ended up going!) on 12 November, 2009, here’s what happened:
Claudio came to our ‘usual spot’ at ET – him and I sat waiting for Ryan, Sev and Samir to show up – Dubai’s skyline was breathtaking in the night sky – we were completely at ease on Corner 3 couches – the weather’s getting nicer by the day – suddenly struck me that we can try heading off to the beach – soak our feet in the water, lie down and just chill – we decided to run this past the others – when, IF, they decided to show up – Ryan showed up at ET with Avinash – four of us headed to the parking lot praying that Sev and Samir would find it this time – they called to say they were parked right next to my car – we discussed the beach idea for a little bit – everyone was starving so we needed to feed ourselves first – we decided to head to Marina Walk, and then go to the beach – we landed up in two cars – boys in the scary looking Endevour and girls in the posh Peugeot – and we sat down, ready to stuff our faces – sheesha was in abundance, as was conversation – we tried to make Avinash feel comfortable but fell flat on our faces – I think we scared the chap a little bit – while we ate, smoked sheesha, conversation flowed – no one mentioned anything about beach – we’d all forgotten about it – and I was kinda preoccupied with getting to the airport to pick up Rohit at midnight – but soon enough, we had a crazy, whacko session of jokes and riddles being thrown at each other – with Ryan’s politically incorrect, racist jokes – which had us constantly glancing over our shoulders – to Sev’s uncannily similar riddle to what I’d thought of asking the lot – to Sev giving us a detailed account of Samir, the superhero – his name, exact spelling and all having been featured in 7 Days newspaper – he was an instant celebrity in our little TT club – despite us all knowing he was too drunk that night to have done anything heroic – to us exchanging emails and getting in suggestions for TT – a poll suggestion on the blog being thrown in the air – and caught by me, but not implemented this time around – to future paintball sessions being organized – and ideas of membership fees being shared – and tiny amounts of membership fees being suddenly transformed into world tours for ‘founder members’ of TT – and us being grossly brought back to earth with the cheque being presented to us – the beach conveniently forgotten!
Craaaaaaaaazie, crazie night, that. :)
There's my favourite couple! Although Sev does look a tad bit demented. Ah well, I love her all the same. :)
There's the latest edition to our TT gang - Avinash. Me staring at god-knows-what and just a hint of our 7 Days hero - Samir!
I don't care if it's pitch black outside, I will not take off my shades.
We’ve got ourselves another TT this evening and lessee how that goes!
Updates soon as I have time next week.
Toodles!
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