Mates, skates & cake

I left my book in my cast-mate Nigel's car on the day of the ad shoot, so we agreed to meet up for dinner with his friends last Friday so he could pass it back to me. He also invited me to a party which sounded interesting enough for me to say yes.

We dined at TGI Fridays, where I got acquainted to his buds who proved to be nothing more but a bunch of grown-up hooligans. With the restaurant crew coming out so often to sing funky TGIF birthday songs at every alternate table, Nigel's friends decided to exploit my naivety and informed a waitress about the joyous occasion at our own table. As the decoy birthday girl, I was not spared from the chair-standing ritual. I found it hard to contain my excitement.



Apparently it was done for the free chocolate cake, but they inevitably chucked the entire slice in front of me after getting full from seemingly significant crumb-picking.

The Black Union Party was pretty cool. I didn't dance too much; I tried my hand at wallflowering with the guys, although I felt completely out of my element. The free flow of stout was overwhelming, and my request for a Sprite seemed futile.

'My Goodness, My Guinness'


I went out for a drink with good school buddy Ashvin the next day. After months of hardcore clubbing, it was the first time in a long time that I had seen his face in one continuing light, and been able to speak to him at natural volume. We yapped for hours and he dropped me back home at 1.30am. John, a friend who lives down the road, happened to be driving by as I opened the gate to my house. He asked me out again, seeing me as the only medium of release at that time from a sugar rush and severe case of verbal diahorrea. We drove around our road and I suggested that we park somewhere since it was roadkill peak hour, so he took me to his house where we reflected on love, career and life in general until the sun came up. Which wasn't such a good idea, as his mom awoke earlier than expected and I had to stay hidden in his bedroom until she left for church. Which she did at 8.45am, then his dad woke up. We were forced to make an espionage escape during his father's loo break. John dropped me back where I then sneaked into my house, put on my jammies and jumped into bed without waking any of my own folks. I was fairly impressed with what I've learnt from MTV.

I finally found time and balls to have a go at my new skateboard. My main objective was to just get a feel of the board, how much I could tilt it before my arms start flailing. Six additional wheels does make a vast difference, so it's going to be a while before I can show the toddlers in the park how cool I am again.