What an interesting Thursday night. Karaoke night at Ten Downing Street [and we thought we knew everything about what it had to offer!] is definitely a well-kept secret. Soumya and I discovered it last night with a bunch of Corporate Sector new recs [fun, fun]. Of course, yours truly just had to imbibe more than the necessary quantity of alcohol, throw up and generally feel a bit sick, but hey! it passed.
This visiting-the-beach-after-drinking thing that happens here is incredibly fun. Though as expected the Parent was not amused at my being three hours late, bringing a large quantity of sand with me. Managing to keep Soumz in a good mood all night though, was an achievement I can be proud of.
Conversation, conversation, conversation: about circumcision, Iranian women, reservation policies, the Real nature of romance, attraction, life, crappy life and lots of laughter and idiocy. What better way to spend a night with people one doesn’t know too well, with some noteworthy exceptions?
This has just been the latest in a series of out-of-character things I’ve been doing lately: talking to people I wouldn’t have, thinking seriously of things I wouldn’t have even imagined, going places I wouldn’t normally go. Altogether, the stage seems set for a rather extraordinary summer, I must say :)
This strange, psychotic feeling of abandon is stuck in my head. It’s like a weight lifted, it’s like a… wierd kind of freedom that I didn’t know I could find. Perhaps I want it and perhaps I don’t – at this point the phrases “go with the flow” and “take it as it comes” don’t even need to be thrown at me as warnings. I’m quite happily holding back, seeing it all play out in front of me.
All we can do is play along and hope, just hope that things turn out the way they’re meant to in the end.
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