On Wednesday night, in a spurt of enthusiasm for life, I rounded up my two friends (who whether by luck or fate, share the same last name - Nair) for a Sex and The City night at Shiros. Needless to say, we were completely on board, what with them advertising free cocktails for the ladies till midnight, games, free merchandise and more! We couldn't resist.
Now before you get carried away, let me stop you right there and state for the record that we started out very well.
Ms Nair and I started our evening with a very civilized beer at TGIF, where we were shortly joined by Mr Nair. We enjoyed pleasant conversation, picked at a Caeser Salad and walked out straight as a pin and headed to Shiros.
Thats where the madness began. It appears the words 'Free Cocktails' can make two relatively sane, relatively intelligent and relatively well brought up women act like two greedy kids locked in a candy store. However, by the 4th cocktail, I'll refrain from any description at all of our behavior - mostly because as luck would have it, I clearly remember making an ass out of myself but with my completely impaired vision, I have no clear idea of what my side kick was up to. Although I'll admit, I do hope I wasn't alone in my shame.
Despite all the alcohol, we waited with great anticipation for the games to begin. Imagine our despair when the first game announced was that the lady who collected the most 'hottest girl in the club' coupons from the guys wins cool Sex and The City merchandise! Now it was obvious that Ms Nair and I were not your top contenders in this particular game. For one, neither of us were dressed our best (though we tried to put a good spin on it) and I, having missed the beauty parlor by about a minute, looked like I was representing the male and female population for this esteemed event.
Nevertheless, we soon discovered game No 2. (In the ladies room of all places). Ms Nair with her eagle eye, spotted stacks of coupons to be given to the guys! After rifling through them to see what I could use, I stuffed a couple in my pocket and exited the rest room to find my prey.
Outside, I sifted through them to choose my best option.
Coupon#1 - Go up to a random guy and give him a hug, was quickly discarded
Coupon#2 - Go up to a random guy and get him to buy you a drink. Now this had more merit. So I gazed blearily around for my victim. However, either divine intervention made me consider the fact that I had perhaps had more than enough to drink, or perhaps my attention span had been reduced to that of a fly, for I quickly lost focus in this venture.
Coupons 4,5 and 6 were lost somewhere soon after that.
The rest of the night passed in a blur of a lot of giggling, some dancing and towards the end, some stumbling.
Mr Nair, the perfect gentleman, herded his two wards home, without a murmur and departed graciously into the night, While I, now at home, slipped gratefully into unconsciousness.
The next day, in between shivering and dying under my blanket, and hanging over the loo, I discovered a slightly amazing fact. While in some twisted way I did have fun that night, it appears I am slowly and painfully growing up. And while I may have more nights like that in my life ahead of me, they are slowly growing to be fewer and further apart (thank heavens!) And the next time I decide to go for a Sex and The City night, if ever, perhaps it would serve me well to take the 'be sexy' undertone a tad more seriously!
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