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...