Ol'schoolers
So yeah,
We all have that bunch of wierdos from the past, the ones that we used to hang out with and do stupid shit with...well i fortunately still keep in touch with my old wierdos, except they're all grown up and i'm still stuck in lawschool. One is in his final year of engg, another is a web designer, one a shippee in the merchant navy, one workin for HP(Hewlett Packard, NOT Hindustan Petroleum) and one is in sharjah livin it up on all that lovely muslim food(bastard!!)...
Couple o days back, we went out for a drink and some dinner(dinner, YEAH RIGHT!!) as the shippee is finally back in town after somethin lik 11 months(how does this guy stay sane!!).
so one o the crew says a bunch o our seniors are at this place called ruslters. Now in reality, four o these guys have been hired to play and there are already seven o them jammin there, when we turn up there are a total of eleven o us there. Four guys at a time takin turns on the instruments while the rest occupyin the first two tables, in a permanent rowdy singalong style cheering section. The evenin proceeded in an assortment of rock, jazz, blues, accompanied by lotsa beer and ciggies.. the oooooooooonnnnnnnnnly way to have fun!
Wound up with dinner, and then we decided to harrass the mapusa Baskin Robbins staff. but either clairvoyance on their part or divine providence prompted them not to stay open all night...so we proceeded for a second dinner at a roadside joint. Good food i might add! Well that was just about it apart from a roadside display of our proficiency in peeing and farting at the same time in what we later found out was supposedly a haunted area... And so the moral o the story is...er....um....
We all have that bunch of wierdos from the past, the ones that we used to hang out with and do stupid shit with...well i fortunately still keep in touch with my old wierdos, except they're all grown up and i'm still stuck in lawschool. One is in his final year of engg, another is a web designer, one a shippee in the merchant navy, one workin for HP(Hewlett Packard, NOT Hindustan Petroleum) and one is in sharjah livin it up on all that lovely muslim food(bastard!!)...
Couple o days back, we went out for a drink and some dinner(dinner, YEAH RIGHT!!) as the shippee is finally back in town after somethin lik 11 months(how does this guy stay sane!!).
so one o the crew says a bunch o our seniors are at this place called ruslters. Now in reality, four o these guys have been hired to play and there are already seven o them jammin there, when we turn up there are a total of eleven o us there. Four guys at a time takin turns on the instruments while the rest occupyin the first two tables, in a permanent rowdy singalong style cheering section. The evenin proceeded in an assortment of rock, jazz, blues, accompanied by lotsa beer and ciggies.. the oooooooooonnnnnnnnnly way to have fun!
Wound up with dinner, and then we decided to harrass the mapusa Baskin Robbins staff. but either clairvoyance on their part or divine providence prompted them not to stay open all night...so we proceeded for a second dinner at a roadside joint. Good food i might add! Well that was just about it apart from a roadside display of our proficiency in peeing and farting at the same time in what we later found out was supposedly a haunted area... And so the moral o the story is...er....um....
posted by Socrates (ugly bastard, wasn't he!!) | 11:43 AM
2 Comments:
Well, if you either stop peeing or farting (or both) for ever... you'll know for sure that that place is haunted and haunted bad!
Did you know that there used to be a pig sty in Bosco's? I saw it once around the boarding side. Some idiot got the kids to believe that the damn place was haunted, and that Fr. Scuderi's ghost used to come up there now and then! Dumbasses (both tellers and believers).
One more thing, if it's any consolation, if I'm not cooking my regular stuff (been running on beans for two years now), I'm ordering out from Mallu cafeterias. But the occasional arab grill is friggin' amazing!
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