Last night's FR... A taste of things to come: You learn something new every time on the New Bombay bar circuit..
Started the evening later than usual... around 7.30pm This time at Mayur - with Vifi Guy and Randall for company. Within minutes of entering, we sat in the corner with our favorite gals...Vifi with his "lucky" girl as always, Randal with his sweet, sweet PYT, and me with my new find from last time, the svelte and slender, but reserved Nandini. Trust me, looking around, we realised we literally had the best chicks in the house. As rightly joked by Randal "this is IT!" . We had the best in the house. (That only speaks about the recent deterioration in quality at Mayur - which was evident by all!).
Carrying on with our light conversation and light petting (except ViFi & "lucky" girl - who were more, well... indulgent
), we found ourselves getting bored and left a little before 9pm.
Next stop Savali...Again, quality issues! Just 2 months ago, we were there with our jaws on the floor.. but this time, was truly disappointing. The PYTs are replaced by fat wannabes now.
Just when I thought all hopes were lost, my latest squeeze, Pallavi popped up to say hello. Her smoldering eyes, petite frame, dusky skin, tiny tiny waist and sultry expression made the visit worth while. She's a friendly and playful thing with a nice attitude and I recommend her to anyone who's looking for good company. But I guess that would be in vain...she shared that it was her last day at Savali and she's moving on to Rasseeli (Dombivali). What a shame!! I guess we'll have to make the long trek there soon!
Getting pretty exasperated by now, we decided to scoot. Vifi already had plans with lucky girl outside at some Disc. So it was just me n Randall.
A quick bite and onward to Champagne.... So here's where it gets interesting!!! ...upar ka gyaan sirff 'build-up' thaa
We enter Champagne on a "special" night. The operative word here is "special".
The place was done up like a bad 80's hindi film set - apparently to celebrate a girl's birthday called "Sheeba" - who worked there. Festooned with balloons, streamers and the WORKS!!
Not quite expecting anything out of the ordinary in our corner table, we were soon given a "ring-side" view of what seemed to be a party that would put even Mukesh Ambani's son to shame !!!
Wads of notes the size of car batteries started appearing from nowhere... dozens and dozens of these wads! Apparently some Gujarati builders from Navi Mumbai decided to make this an event and bank-rolled Sheeba's birthday!
Being right at the center of the action, the next one hour was spent brushing off 50s and 100s from our hair, our pants , socks, shirts...at most points, you couldn't even see the floor. Then out of nowhere, a cake the size of a small washing machine appeared!!
Gobsmacked by the unfolding events, I felt maybe it was time to re-think my career and start from scratch all over again
Already pretty drunk by now and with not even a single girl looking our way, we decided to scoot - still amidst the endless shower of notes - even as we were leaving.
I would have not even given a second look at Sheeba. Besides, quality here left a lot to be desired too! Give me good-old Kishor anytime!!
Either there is something wrong at Navi Mumbai.. or we're just going there way too often.
Or maybe an exodus is taking place and all the talent is moving to Dombivali... God Knows!!
Maybe it's time to try something new next time!!
Anyways, until next time, Adios!!
cyrus