GO(a)ING!!!

It was an easy choice. The decision was unanimous. Dont remember the last time when I decided something so quickly. I think it was some time last year when we wanted to watch a movie and the only movies in the vicinity were Vijay's "Sivakasi" and the cheap sleazy flick "Peeping Tom". No prizes for guessing which movie we went to...

Folks!!! Your very own "drunknmunky" is off on a loooog trip. The travel itinerary is as follows:

9/2/07 : Leaving for Madras
10/2/07 & 11/2/07 : Madras
12/2/07 - 16/2/07 : Goa
17/2/07 & 18/2/07 : Bangalore

In short :: 9/2/07 to 18/2/07 loads of booze n loads of masti...

I was particularly excited about the Goa trip cause I have dreamed of this for a reaaaaly long time. Maybe even before I knew what a bikini was. And now I know what “without the bikini” is. Goa…. The land of the beaches, babes, boo**, bikinis… I don totally agree… Goa… The land of BOOZE!!! I mean bikini or bi(n)kini is obviously a sight that shouldn’t be missed but hell not at the cost of booze.

Unfortunately booze is not the top priority for every1 on the tour so I have to be a lil more patient. And by the way don get any ideas I luv to watch em women too ;-)

I was wondering if I had any good clothes to carry along with me. The answer was as usual a NO. Its been ages since I bought myself a pair of decent clothes. Damn, I even had to borrow clothes for my interview. Hell, who cares!! Im not much of a sucker for dressing up good anyway. Even if I do get myself to buy a pair of decent clothes it’ll be ages before I can impress Ashu.

Anyway, jus for the simple reason that the 3 “Jockeys” and 2 “Rupa Macroman’s” that I own are enuff to grant me access to “almost” all the places in Goa, I never considered the thought of buying anything for the trip.

Had it not been for Vinod’s stupidity I would have left for the trip kinda “light”. But nay… He wouldn have it. He asked me “What bout the areas where chaddis are not allowed???” Now, I don’t know what he meant exactly but it sounded like he was either referring to a pub or the public transport or something where they might expect you to be in something more than chaddis or maybe he was talking bout a brothel or or the nude beach where you wouldn need em anyway. Either ways I decided to do some pre-Goa shopping.

“What the fuck can you buy with 300 bucks anyway!!!!!” asked Vinod. Look buddy, that’s all I got. Don expect me to spend more than that on a stupid jean. I mean, I don give two straws for a designer label stuck up my butt!! Now how many do you think are gonna check out my ass??? If I was J-Lo or Shakira I should be worrying bout what my butt looks like but as far as I’m concerned my butt is as interesting to world as the color of G.W.Bush’s undies.

I really have to give it up for you dude. (Standing and bowing in front of the reader). After listenin to me talk bout my preferred underwear brands, my butt, my cheap taste in clothes and for Christ’s Sake the color of Bush’s panties, If you are still here you sure have some taste in literature.

Ok lemme wrap up for the day. From tomorrow ill present to you “The Drunken Diaries”, my account of one of the most amazing trips I have ever had. For those of you who are still wondering what I finally bought myself, I got a “cargo”. Why?? I jus thought of the constipated look that my house owner ladydee gives me each time I bring up booze to my room and decided to take pity on her. No more hassles of tryin to hide bottles.

If you have enjoyed the article… You are plain sick!!!

If you have learned something from this… I pity you!!!

And if you aint down with that…

I have jus two words for you…

Chow!!!!