New Year's Fiasco

When I decided to have, as usual, drinks on New Year's Eve, I never realized what I might be getting into. In 2005, there were just 3 of us in our apartment to share a drink with. Since we (the initial 3) thought New Year should be heralding the good times ahead, we thought of including a few more into our circle of boozers. So, much in advance, we went in search of people who might have an inclination towards fluids with alcohol present in them.

Having identified 2 more interested parties, we decided to stick to vodka and whisky. We got Antiquity Blue and Smirnoff with soda and Fanta as an accompaniment. I stuck to whisky and room temperature water whereas the others had soda and Fanta along with their drinks. From the beginning, I didn't like the pace of drinking. I am someone who prefers to linger over his drinks, but there was no lingering this time. Also, one new comer into the group was rather boring, going on and on about God knows what. It didn't help that his Bengali English was extremely pathetic. Meanwhile, another guy went missing for a considerable length of time. I was to know later that he went and puked all over my bathroom.

Anyway, after having had our share of drinks, we went upstairs for dinner where the other families had assembled. It was then that the fun started. Some of the folks there didn't like the fact that we were drunk. We didn't help our cause by acting rather drunk. Meanwhile, the horrible-speaking Bengali came and told his wife that he didn't feel well at all and was going down. This was taken in the right sense by the older folks who thought that he was showing respect to them by not coming in. Then, to really rub things in, I and Ranji swept off all the possible prizes in "Housie." We then went back after midnight with me totally unaware of the discomfort I and our actions had caused, whereas most of the rest sulked back home.

On Jan 1st, as Ranji stepped into the bathroom, she saw that there were additional designs in the tiles and realized that our drinking partner was the cause of it. He had tried his level best, but his drinking stupor hadn't helped one bit. Ranji poured an almost full bottle of Lizol and I got down to the task of cleaning the mess. My offer to clean it up saved me from getting the severest possible censure from Ranji. That, though, didn't stop her from deciding that no more parties were going to be hosted at our place.

The New Year hasn't started the best possible manner, but I hope it can only get better from now on. Wishing al the (limited) readers of my blog a fantastic New Year.