vindaloo

I get asked this silly question everytime I ask for timeout to watch a game of the Fifa world cup. Sometimes a man cannot speak his mind, because if the game is on I might just say football.Every woman asks you to speak your mind but is never ready to except what you have to say. What they actually mean speak out and say something that makes me feel better.I love my girl, but the world cup come once in 4 years, and its Argentina playing, cmon cut me some slack.So I will come out and say it "I love you" but dont test my patience by asking me the question during a World cup game, Testosterone can do strange things to a man, because I love football too.

This one is for sports fans everywhere being harrowed by their girlfriends.

Why Do Men Have Nipples, the question that has plagued male minds for centuries. A real nice read, I must say the authors Mark Leyner, Billy Goldberg have done a really good job of accumulating a bunch of inconsequential yet intriguing questions.
I am wiser after having read this book, like my brain was not already filled with trivial stuff that I have no use for.

Woke up next morning with a headache after 3.5 hours of sleep and left for NJ to my cousins place. I hate myself sometimes for wanting to give everyone a piece of me and trying to make everyone happy. I made it there by 10 and we departed for New York right away. But the worst part was my cousin C had manged to twist his ankle and get it into a plaster. My cousin has a Honda Odyssey so I was expecting to catch a few winks in the third row seat, but then wouldnt that have made life easy. Now I had to drive to NY, not that I didnt like driving it was just that the alcohol level had not receded, to make things worse we caught a big chunk of the traffic on their way back into NY. Made it to queens by 2:30 in the afternoon, and voila first good news for the day, there was food waiting to be devoured by us. Fish curry and rice, actually I soaked up the curry with huge loaves of home made bread or as we Goans call it Paõ (Goanpaõ).

Our hosts had a lot planned for the evening...so I gave them the slip and quietly snuck into the kids bedroom and napped for about 4 hours. Got up fresh and was informed that we were supposed to go for a Bday party. Well I was all in the mood for a party now that I had my quota of sleep.

The party atmosphere was amazing, it was in a condo in NY. (Man these condos remind me of home back in Bbay), the best part of the party was it was an all Goan party, listening to people converse and curse in Konkani was music to my ears. The crowd walloped appetizers and gulped their alcohol like only goans can. And then they started the dancing first the jive and then the masala. The jive is for us Goans who can dance, and the few cursed souls that cannot get involved in the melle called the masala. This is a dance that you will only see at Goan weddings and parties, it proves to us Goans that with the right amount of alcohol we can contort our bodies to any shape or form. To an outsider it looks like the dancer is having convulsions, well sometimes they are but nobody gives a damn, the remedy to cure the convulsions is shove a peg or two of feni down their throat. I don't believe, I had so much fun inspite of not knowing a single person at the party, guess it was the language that tied us close together, and ofcourse the feni.

For all of you who think my weekend ended here You are wrong, but I would like to spare the few people who read this the trouble of reading the vagaries of my bouts with alcohol.

I know its way past memorial Day, but it took me that long to awaken from my drunken stupor. All the guys from 2380 were oer at AJs place for the memorial weekend, with the grace of the heavenly father the weather was perfect outdoor day.We drove down to a state park nearby and hiked for about 2 miles, well I would have had more snaps if Nik knew how to operate the camera but alas! THe thought of all that beer and food at home is what got the guys to literally run through the 3 mile trail.The barbecue started at about 6 in the evening, yeah i know its the time when most people start going indoors but were nocturnal beings and thrive by moonlight.I got the charcoal fires up in no time and as usual people pounced on the food as soon as I finished the first batch of franks.The talking and singing continued till the wee hours of the morning, tween the commotion we actually made time to walk to the entrance of the house to pick Arun who travelled coast to coast, poor chap had to take a Cab as none of the guys could risk getting a DUI, that and also the fact that people were far too drunk to walk.Well I could walk but then there is another way to test me for alcohol, I know I'm really drunk when I cant seem to play anything on the guitar. I loose all control over my motor senses in my left arm, I can still walk though, have perfected the art oer a period of 10 years.
Well this was just the start of the great memorial weekend. I am hoping to cover Sunday and Monday in the next post. Was a Real good start to a fantastic weekend. What's better than sitting down with old friends and getting drunk whilst singing heartbreaking ballads and screaming expletives at deafening tones. Cheers to Raul, Nik, AJ, RV, Joe and me, like we say in Goa, Viva.