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Life if full of a million things that we remember and cherish, enough to not even fill "One Gargantuan Monkey Fist". This is a collection of those special,unique and funny events my life, thoughts on technology, F1 and the ying-yang of relationships.

Thursday, May 19, 2005

The Hug


"Drinking is very bad...." Say a lot of people. In my humble opinion I beg to differ. Drinking is a lot of fun (as long as you know what your limit is and do not drive) for everyone who drinks and those sober idiots, who are pissed when you are laughing your arse off.

Drinking with friends is healthy for the friendship. You curse each other out, discuss that one girl both of you were hitting on and of course tell the other person what he did wrong. Its one situation where you can get away with almost anything. The sober people always give you the reason of doubt, its like walking away from a murder, all your attorney had to do was to say ..."Your honor, my client, who is an outstanding example of good conduct committed the serious act of murder, because he was DRUNK".

The number of drinking stories in my book are many, anyone who has been around me knows about the "snake dancer", "the hug", "the stolen remote", "The difference between a player and a true player", "the concentric circles of life" and more recently " I don't know you like that".

I start this section of my blog with "the hug".

Its Spring 2002, my first semester at FSU and a happening one at that. Me and my roomies were known to throw "The Best Indian Parties" in town, hands down. It took us a few more parties to realize that we were wasting money, but that's another story by itself.

That semester I lived with three other people. Three guys and one girl. It was a chilly evening and it was my roomie's birthday. Every Indian student we knew, not just the one's we hung out with, but every single one of them we knew was there. There was loads of food for the meat eaters and veggies, there was pizza for the Indian's who didn't like Indian food, there was beer for the men, alcohol for the men who didn't like beer, there were wine coolers for the women.

One of my roomies in this real life story is the hero of this blog. The dude's room was turned into the dance floor for obvious reasons. He did not have furniture, except that table his computer and music system stood on, his room had a door to the lawn, so the drunk and the smokers could spill out of the house. Every arrangement had been made, the play list on the dude's computer had been checked and cleared by all of us for the best selection of party and dance music. It was on.

The party started early around 9ish. People started spilling in and yeah no one brought a thing, coz they all knew we would be loaded. But that did not matter. In a couple of hours the alcohol was getting emptied, new trash bags were being put in, pizza was almost over and every one was dancing and the ones who couldn't were watching.

Our dude was getting his game on. Chatting up with the women, drinking his alcohol, nothing added to it (no I don't know why) and having a great time. We had a little roomies meeting in my bedroom and concluded that we had once again thrown the best party and everyone had been taken care of. We always had good neighbor's, the ones who were high all the freaking time and did not mind our crazy parties, so there was no problem on that front. All we had to do was to make sure that our guests did not puke and that they did not drive drunk.

To understand more of this story, we have to go back 4 months, it was a time when I was still back home. But our dude had a party for his birthday, one of the similar ones we were throwing, but not on such a grand scale. His biggest birthday gift was a margarita glass, a big margarita glass, a really big one. If his head was a size smaller than normal, he could have drowned in that glass it was that big.

Back to the present, it was getting late, not coz it was late, but coz everyone was a lil tipsy, people had been drinking free liquor since 10 and you know how that goes... "Finders drinkers, losers sobers". The music was still on and there were a few tipsy guys watching the news, yeah at 1 in the morning, told ya drunk people do crazy shit. I made my rounds to make sure everyone was ok and returned to the dance floor to get a lil sober, so I could hit my secret stash of beer in the fridge.

I am stopped on the way, by our dude of course and his "little" glass with some old monk (yeah its Indian alcohol, try it if you get a chance). He goes..."Dude... I think I am a little drunk... ha ha ha... You mind if I sleep in your bed today ?... Alone... ha ha ha". I thought for a second and said "sure man, not a problem... Go right ahead" and I returned to getting sober.

An hour later the music was dying down, I was tired and pissed (the pizza was gone and so was all the food). I decided that I was gonna grab a glass of water (to avoid dehydration) and get to bed. I walked into my room and the dude was not on my bed. For a second there, I felt happy, maybe he left with someone, maybe he didn't sleep on my bed.... and then I looked at the bathroom door that was closed. Through the cracks I could still see light from inside. My hopes were destroyed, my bed was violated and of course I grabbed a sheet and a pillow and decided to lie down on the carpet.

It should have been about 10 minutes, I felt weird sleeping on the carpet, I turned over and for some reason I looked at the bathroom door, probably to check if my roomie was out. The light was still on. I checked the bed to see if his drunk ass had forgotten to turn off the light, but he was still not in the bed. Now I got a little worried, this guy had always been a little strange, a little drunk, a little excited, a little crazy and the kinds who laughs at a joke when everyone else had finished laughing. I was worried that he was in there, taking his extra time in my restroom to the next level. I jumped up, knocked on the door and called out "Dude you in there ? ". As you would expect no answer. My world was coming to an end. He had slept in my bed, used my restroom and now what ?

Ask any man, he has one big fear, something he would never ever ever want to do, even by accident.... to bump into a man who is not clothed. I was here in at 2 something in the night, going to experience the thing that every man dreaded or so I thought. I knocked once more, no response, I slowly twisted the handel, the door was open. I pushed the door open and there was the most "amazing" site I had ever seen in my life. No stoopid, he was not naked.

Our dude had passed out HUGGING the potty. It was funny, it was crazy, it was weird and it was so confusing that I forgot to take a photo. But there he was, the 25 year old, drunk roomie of mine, hugging the potty like it were his girl friend and he had passed out. I stood there with a smirk on my face, I knew I had to get him out of there, so I tried waking him up. No response.

I tried lifting him and he was too heavy, or maybe the alcohol had made him heavy, It was too confusing at that point. I ran out and brought my other roomies in, they looked at the dude and started cracking up. Finally with someone's help, we moved the dude back to my bed and we all went to sleep.

I have had loads of other things happening, but THE HUG will forever remain the funniest thing that ever happened ...Drinking.

6 Comments:

Anonymous Prathima said...

I like your detailed account of it...especially the "my biggest fear is seeing another guy naked". But yeah i think someone ends up doing "the hug" at every party, which makes me wonder...i've never seen a girl do that...hmmm...any ideas why??

1:23 PM

 
Blogger The Desi Nole said...

You have never seen a girl say that her biggest fear is.... that I think is coz women are afraid of a zillion things. Dont you think so?

11:43 AM

 
Anonymous Prathima said...

whoa!!!let me make myself clear...i said i have never seen a girl do the "hug"..not whatever you were thinking about, you perv!!!

8:48 PM

 
Blogger The Desi Nole said...

Adi Paavi, I was talking in general... what gives you the feeling that I am perv... besides the fact that all guys are... ?

2:39 PM

 
Anonymous Prathima said...

Karthik my dear..
if you were unknown to me, i might have given you the benefit of the doubt...but ooohhh no... i know very well what you meant!!

2:28 PM

 
Blogger Mousepad Marauder said...

Karthik is a perv

11:14 AM

 

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