The festive season isn’t what it used to be. Good thing, say the PYTs. Gmph, say I. Muchly disappointed that we can’t order a truck-load – truck-load? Not even a head-load! – of authentic mince pies. Blitzed by hoardings and full-page ads about parties on New Year’s Eve. Confused about where and when The Gang assembles. Aching from misguided efforts towards the corpore sano … oh, OK, can’t blame that on the season, it’s a year-round constant.
WHY must ALL ads for these parties feature LARGE pictures of nekkid (well, almost) women? Are they trying to attract hormone-driven male teens who’ll shell out 3K to see skin? Do women form no part of their target audience? How do these joints think they measure up on the value-for-money angle? Face it, the bug-eyed male they’re aiming at could probably get far more direct satisfaction for the same amount of money. Beats me. A young friend (who is not unknown in the blog rajya) pointed out that the clubs, at least, also hold the promise of PYTs in TLDs (Tiny Little Dresses). I suppose that holds some appeal. Me, I knew I was old and past it on
As for ourselves, we shall aggregate (a) selves, to wit, about 30 people who have been there, done that and don’t want to go there again, thank you (b) booze, with due attention to Smirnoff green apple and (c) food, large amounts, duhleeshus, from Bengal Club. We shall then hie ourselves to the terrace of a friend who combines the tools for a bonfire with the skills for a barbecue, where we shall stuff and irrigate ourselves till sleep overtakes us. Since we shall play our own music and not be at the mercy of some baseball-capped DJ who insists on playing house / HNeemesh, we might even Dance. All in all, a plan.
Pity about the mince pies, though.
20 comments:
That's what new years is supposed to be like. Not noisy, bawly, pukey, noisy parties.
Ren, you are wise beyond your 18 years.
J.A.P.
Truckload of PYTs, I thought. Whats the big deal about new years eve? I dont understand it yet I find myself attending boring house parties every year.
*yawn. You repeat yourself. You must be *really* old.
what, no cruises down the hooghly?
happy new that.
happy happy.
rmbwlehe: see above.
Hmmm good point. No wonder all New Year's parties are German sausage farms.
That roof-top thingy sounds so very "delushushhh" to me. :)
Happy New Year!
There's something for you at my blog.
Those were some very pertinent questions! And since I was asking them too this New Year's, I ended up partying with close friends and family, good food, music and wine!
Hey, am blogrolling you, is that ok?
Herr Prufrock,
It appears that I will be in Kolkata come Monday, Jan. 14, for a few days, and I was wondering if you'd be free any time that week to meet up. Partly For Fun, but partly also because I'd appreciate your help very much on a food / travel story I'll be working on.
My email i.d. is samanth at gmail dot com. I couldn't find yours on your blog page, hence the comment spam.
it's the best way to spend new yrs eve...away from some page 3 party where the only person covered from head to toe is you!
Say, hypothetically I was to start a recipes/places-to-eat blog. Would you care to contribute? Hypothetically, of course.
J.A.P, President: Partly For Fun Inc.
i spent my new year with a glass of gin and lime. besh moja.
Was there too much Smirnoff green apple - I wonder? Wherever has the man floated off to ??
Goaded by E Lungs - I finally have a laptop that works, BUT the Net card is down.
AND working for a living just takes up too mauch of my time.
Watch this space.
J.A.P.
Well hosannah ! is all I can say ...
WATCHING SPACE.NOT FINDING NEW POST.
Bleh.
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