A Little Less Conversation

Our 'Fashion show' was a steal. We did better than our best and it was really good.(Wow, got all the degrees in one sentence and I assume it also makes sense.) The costumes, light and sound effects made it even cooler(and this is just my modest version).

Food was excellent, though it didnt get the attention it deserved because of the drinks and the dance floor.

DRINKS!! On Saturday, Drinks reminded me of management exams...remmember those questions where you have to infer after taking some facts into consideration.

I had a Vodka with orange juice out of all the options available.

Drinking while your friends are dancing is always a BAD idea.
They force you to join them and after you spill a drink, thanks to 'I DONT KNOW WHOM MY LEGS ARE HITTING' drunk dancer you finally decide to keep the drinks on the table just outside the disq space everytime they insist you. I 'think' I must have been on drink 2 when I joined colleagues for 'Summer of 69'.

I came back and my glass was gone.

"'Somebody flicked it'...Ruled out.Drinks are free." I thought to myself.

Just then I saw a peer going into the crowd keeping his glass outside, dancing a bit and coming out from the other side wondering where his glass was gone.

Reality struck. I concluded. I was 'high'.This possibility that couldnt be ruled out.
(For those who are thinking how I got slosshed in one glass...Never believe a drunk man..I mite have had 10).I still couldnt believe it. Although I had never boasted about my stamina for this stuff , I believed I could atleast remmember the number of drinks I had.

I had a seat in a relatively quiet corner after I filled my dinner plate. The table was every drunkard's ideal hideout. Well, it didnt feel like I was drunk. Maybe I should try and pick up some conversation.

"Not feeling well?"

"Yaaaa...a headache." She said.

"With drinks on the house..."

"I dont drink. Just had some orange juice." She interrupted rather LOUDLY - testimony to the fact that she didnt have plain orange juice. Ohhh...Oops...I concluded once again. Everything made sense now. So eventually, She didnt have orange juice. Hahaha..I laughed to myself.(Never even smile in front of a 'high' entity. Very risky proposition.)

"Take care of my plate."

It was a little less conversation but it was worth it. It made me hit dance floor again. Amitabh's "Jahan teri nazar hain..." was playing.

P.S.- Hmmm...I dont remmember her name...maybe she was right. Maybe, she did have plain orange juice.