bottoms up

sloshed after a looooooong time. thanks to the pottan angel ( beginning to realize how he earned the angel part :-) ). well it all started off with the pottan urging me to have an evening snack with him and since i had a code review later in the night, i thought i might as well go along. and as we finished the light snack of 2 teas + an omelet + 2 samosas each, the pottan wanted me to help him finish off a bottle of smirnoff which had like a couple of drinks left. that was where my downfall began. i reasoned that with a couple of quick ones sloshing inside me the code review would be a walkover with all and sunder bowing to my brilliance of pl/sql manipulation. so we went off to his place and on the way got some juice and lime. and when we reached his place we found that the other buggers, who are part camels, had almost drained the entire bottle leaving just a miserable residue. and there we were with a predicament as to what to do.

in such matters the trick is not to give up hope. and there we were sipping the smirnoff pondering on how unjust life is, when i experienced this weird feeling which i initially mistook for volvulus but soon identified as a brainwave. why not have a shot of the tequila that was in the fridge right beside the smirnoff. the pottan found the idea pretty appealing too. with ppl like us to think is to act. and soon it was that 3 of the best men that ever walked the earth gathered around a fridge on top of which were 3 shot glasses. the stage was now set.

the problem with my brainwave was that it was highly scalable. and before we knew where we were, we had downed 8 shots and was staring at a bottle that had perhaps a shot and a half left in it. and these were all 40ml shots which is like a big shot ;-) now what differentiates tequila from other health drinks is that it also builds moral fibre. lesser men would have had a go at the remaining stuff. but we recognized that we should leave it for his other roommates. their need was greater than ours. but even men of strong moral fibre quiver when they make such sacrifices and counter measures were the need of the hour. to rush ourselves over to the nearest store and get ourselves some vodka supply was with us the work of a moment.as for the rest of it... well memory is a bit vague as to what had really happened. i remember driving myself home *shudder* some time during the night.

and yeah... i have been accused of being apologetic when drunk. but then isnt that the safest thing to do! i mean the world has little patience for us men of moral fibre. and yeah, i missed the code review.