What a wonderful weekend!

Saturday, S had come to stay with us as he had to catch an early-morning flight on Sunday to the UK. So, it was only natural that we party till it was time for him to go to the airport. He had to buy some clothes (he had lost weight - and with it 6 inches), and we went to Planet Fashion and then to Landmark. Picked up Hobson-Jobson for 90 bucks - when they say bargain they mean it!

Then we went to Bike and Barrel. It was after 9 when we reached, and it being Friday night and all that, the place was impossibly crowded. R & P joined us there and a couple more of S's friends were supposed to join us later. We stood around half a barrel, the other half being taken up by a shaven -headed headbanger who was swaying - whether to the beat or because of how pickled he was is anyone's guess, and an Englishman (R identified him as one, what with the stiff upper lip and all that). The liquor flowed, and by the time the food arrived, we had managed to get a table. As we were tucking in, two of S's friends arrived. Unfortunately, one of them was wearing sandals, and was not allowed in. So we decided to continue the party at Tinto. But we reached there about five minutes after eleven, so that choice was out. So we went to The Right Place, where S sweet-talked the waiter into bringing us some beer. Another of S's friends joined us and we were there till about 1:30 am, getting quite sloshed in the process. The reason for all this out-of-control drinking was that S had a chauffeur-driven Safari. Since I almost never get to go out and drink as I drive, this was a perfect opportunity to get drunk. It was quite okay, though it did not beat being pleasantly drunk, which was what R was and there he stayed. I plopped into bed at about 2 am, and never even knew it when S left for the airport at 4 am.

Sunday, we woke up at about 11 am. We had a lunch appointment with a wonderful couple. It involved a long drive to a place in the midst of the wilds. But I shall leave it to W to write about it.

-M