I went to one of the most happening bars here Saturday night. It was just a block away from my place so it wasn’t much of a hassle. I had misgivings about going to that place primarily because it’s just not my scene. Dancing is one of those things that the good Lord decided that I could do without. A duck falling flat on its face would look more graceful than me when I’m dancing. But since everyone in my team was going, I had to tag along as I didn’t want to be the party pooper.
The place was huge. It was a two-storey affair with house music playing in the ground floor and good ol’ disco in the second floor. People were allowed to smoke inside so nicotine was pretty much part of the ambience. As the teammates were shaking their tail feathers on the dance floor, I reverted to the role I was most familiar with; being a wallflower.
The crowd was a Babel of sorts; a veritable united nations. This country being a melting pot for big business, it’s only natural that some of the international folks hopefully looking for a night of fun (and if they’re lucky, unbridled passion) would congregate here. And there were a lot of very willing victims. In my case the thrill of the hunt has already waned for some time now so I concentrated on two things, the drink that I was lazily sipping, and the hands of the clock that seem to take its time to hit 2 AM; the hour that I felt would be reasonable for me to make my bored exit.
Another member of the team, who was also bored out of his wits, dragged me out of the bar and announced that we’re going to get properly drunk somewhere instead of inhaling enough fumes to knock an elephant out. We went to the nearest 7-11 and scored an exorbitantly priced Absolut. The price itself was enough to guarantee drunkenness. We went back to our apartment and just as soon as the first shot was consumed, the vodka vanished with the disappearing night.
The bottle empty, we watched the traces of sunlight in the horizon half-expecting to hear the first crow of a rooster. Even that was denied us. The silence and the intermittent cawing of crows only served to intensify our growing feeling of homesickness so we decided to hit the sack.
And so ended another dreary Saturday.
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