The last day

Lets be honest - I'm writing this the next day. Sitting on the couch, my body feels like it has been through one hell of a wringer. We got back home around 4 last night - after non-stop dancing all night! This is what I generally do for New Years! Danced and danced with Tweedledum. Its amazing! After almost a decade, we are finally moving to the same beat. Desi music, bhangra rock, club, hip-hop - you name it. What made me happiest was that there was so much of enthusiasm in the air, the evening passed without any alchohol:-) Just didnt feel like drinking inspite of the unending supply of Kingfisher. Must have downed about 5 glasses of orange juice in a single gulp, though. Stood in front of the counter, bottoms up, extend glass, bottoms up, extend glass......There was a lucky draw for tickets to India. Wasabi won it! That was perfect. She is already so much into India.
Another interesting observation from the party was watching who dances with who. Thats the male psyche. Irrespective of whether they are married or not (so long as the wife is not here) every guy wants to be associated with the babe of the batch - show the others, she could be interested in me. There is one female in the new promotion - good dancer, above average looker and very friendly. Am sure there is a long line of admirers. Yesterday, they were all trying their best to be the one dancing with her - even our good friend! It amazed me at one point because he was hanging around not dancing just watching out and then he saw her and woosh - straight to the floor with smiles. What was I doing watching all this - thats the fun of a party - dance and keep a lookout for all the masala:-)
The dinner too seems to have been a huge success. Amazing cooks, these girls - they actually managed 200 people. And everyone is raving about the food! Just had to include a picture of the cooks getting an ovation.
...And that is the end of desi week.