A Blue Bar Story...
Aleph, Recluse, Mache and I met up at Barista for a cup of coffee this evening and we got talking of bar stories from ye olde times. One that came up was of when Aleph, Jenx, Madjos, Paz, Nandi., Provo, yours truly and maybe one other person landed up at Blue Bar.
The story goes like this. There was a fashion show at the West End, some sunglass show (at night, go figure!), which featured Sunil Shetty, Salman Khan and most importantly, an open bar. So we decided to go and make full use of the open bar. As it turned out, they shut the bar when the show (!) started as none from the gathering was too keen on watching it. (didn't they figure? Bangalore, open bar vs. two celebrities. There could be only one winner...) Since we didn't fancy watching the entertainment we repaired to Blue Bar.
Now you have to understand that this is a pretty hard drinking lot, unofficial motto being “Drink what you want, drink what you're able. If you are drinking with me, you'll be under the table!” So we drank and we drank and we ate and drank some more. To add to the general commotion at the bar, the aforementioned celebrities turned up and kicked the party up a notch. It was getting pretty late so the general consensus was to leave. We asked for our cheque, and then asked again 20 minutes later and then again 30 minutes later. By this time we were well and truly pie-eyed and roiled. So Madjos decides that we leave without paying the tab. Needless to say, we accepted in a flash and proceeded to saunter out of the bar, into our cars and make a sedate getaway all the while feeling most pleased with our shenanigans.
Turns out, and I found out tonight (a good year and odd later...), Jenx was none too happy at our juvenile caper and made Aleph go back the next day and pay the tab. Which he did.
So all of you thus named, we owe Aleph some money! Ah! The good old times...
6 comments:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha. Thankyou Aleph. Now that I have the authoriy, you are most welcome to sit at either my pool bar or the captain's bar, and dont worry about the bill this time.
Thank you, provo :) If the insurance scam I am hatching works out, I'll be taking up your offer sooner than you expect ...
I must admit that I went there because I had these visions of this waiter guy going through a ritual de-frocking and having to make good the difference in outlay and revenue. When I got there though nobody had a clue and I finally made a payment against a generic bill. So, I guess it happens quite a lot.
And I have sponged off the various participants of the adventure on numerous occasions thereafter so I don't think that there is any debt to be paid.
buwuhahahahahahaha.
I was told about that story so many times after that, one would think Aleph would have made mention of it. He too was saying "Yeah man, we cut from there".
Sounds like fun. Except the ending. Which reminds me of a sordid episode where three of us attempted to defraud a snobbish Delhi establishment two years ago courtesy a David Niven trick from his autobiography. Everything was cool, except that this dingbat of a friend returned after having escaped because he had left his mobile behind. Ugh.
Just found the passage in Niven's "The Moon's a Balloon" at pages 138-139:
"Then he (Doug Hertz) intitiated me into into his cheap eating plan. It was beautiful in its simplicity. He chose a big busy restaurant around 48th Street. I entered alone and sat at a table for two. Then I ordered a cup of coffee and a doughnut and opened my daily paper. After a suitable interval, Hertz came in and joined me. Not a flicker of recognition passed between us. hertz then commanded a huge meal of soup, steak, potatoes, pie and coffee. I continued reading my paper, drank a second cup of coffee and nibbled at my doughnut.
When Hertz had finished eating, he summoned the waitress and called for his check. This was my cue.
'Would you give me mine too, please?'
The waitress slapped the two checks on the table. When she had moved away and was busy elsewhere, Hertz picked up my check for the doughnut and two cups of coffee, marhced briskly over to the cashier, paid and went out into the street.
I took my time, finished my reading,then picked up Hertz's very sizable account.
'Oh! waitress...look, there's a mistake here! I havent had all this steak and pie and stuff...I've just had a doughnut and a couple of cups of coffee.'
Consternation and consultation followed but there was nothing for them to do but write out a second bill for two cups of coffee and a doughnut. I paid and joined Hertz at a prearranged street corner far away. Later, a second busy restaurant was selected and there, following the same routine, Hertz got the doughnuts and coffee and I tucked into a sizeable repast."
Friend was a chom, right?
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