The tequila night *hic*

As a disclaimer to this post I would like to mention just for the record that I do not usually get drunk and on this night also do not expect any antics from me. Besides, why would I ever put them up on this page - don't you get enough gags out of my other misfortunes? :| Its been quite some time so I do not remember the exact details, but I do clearly recollect the offer of the best Starbucks made to me by Emre - the one in Bebek - "its gonna be fun" he said, and in my fascination with the easy Turkish way of life, I agreed.  

Amidst Turkish chitter-chatter we drove down to Bebek and an hour later, my bum was relieved to be taken out of its pancake position.  It wouldn't be

ideal, I thought, at this point to tell the guys am hungry - for you do not say that in front of the Turks else they make sure you get stuffed like a lamb before sacrifice ! :| Trust me, I've been stuffed once too often ;) So there I stood, my tummy rumbling, growling and scowling at me to blurt the magic words of "yemek" out (yemek in Turkish means food)!! But I think my conscience got the better of me as I stay put, in my unbroken silence.  However, this is where my ego swoops in and tells me "it ain't all your fault you know" - and that is when I reason out that its coz of everyone speaking Turkish around me that I kinda feel a lil left out at times - don't blame them, but that doesn't help either - yes this is for you, my Turkish friends - TALK IN ENGLISH .. puhleeeeze :P 

Back on track, Emre announces that he has to take of since he has to take Esra to a friend's birthday party, so we all go in together into a restaurant .. not Starbucks, but a bar cum restaurant - seems expensive from the looks of it.  There she is sitting in a corner, Ceyda, happily munching away at her pasta and sipping on some red wine.  We join her, exchange greetings, and move in to a larger table.  Time to place the orders people.  Hmm, now what should I have I wonder.  Its not like I have been a big time non-veggie for so long or that am a connoisseur of food, so Arda suggests the Thai shrimp thingy pasta.  I don't know better so the shrimp it is.  And we wait.  Talking of past relationships, cultural differences, funny anecdotes, and whatever boohawkey comes to mind.  Finally, the orders arrive and we dig in - my travails with the shrimp are a story to be told of another day, and probably another place, but the night dissolved into the subliminal as we kept talking and sharing laughs, a few clicks and it was time to wrap up and head back home.  

The bill paid, we moved out into the streets, to be drenched in showers, of all the days, you just had to pick this one to rain.  A few more clicks, hugs and punches on the arm later, we found ourselves in one of the small departmental stores still open at the 11th hour of the night.  I frankly do not remember the transition from the restaurant to the store, and that black out ends in me holding a bottle of Fosters and agreeing to having drinks at Ceyda's place - so much for a decent coffee at Starbucks :P  As a side note, I have been told if you have Fosters in Turkey you're considered a doof, and tis better to go for the local Efes.  Getting back to the story, the beers in hand, we were paying, when out of "Turkish nowhere" the offer of a tequila night comes about and we all agree! :) 

I know by this point in the blog you are more or less just waiting for the controversies brought to life by the tequila to surface and for me to shut up about the rest.  But I am sorry my friend, like we decided, what happens at the table, stays at the table - can't break the bro code now can I ? :) Let it suffice that I had an amazing night, and am never sleeping next to either Caglar or Arda ever again ! :P Fret not my friend for though you did not get your kicks out of me having a great night with no mishaps, the next morning proved to be more to your taste than to mine.  At 8 in the morning, I woke up with a rush realising I had a lecture to attend at 9:30.  I tip-toed across the apartment and put on my shoes, left a thank-you note for Ceyda and quietly closed the door behind me only to go "doh" exactly in Homer Simpson style, remembering that I forgot my glasses inside! :(  Although am not blind without my glasses, but a hangover from last night, and a woozy head did not help out either as I walked with the support of the side-rungs of the staircase and found my way out like a blind man.  

Out into the streets the light from the sun overwhelmed my pupils and I think they went into hiding.  Somehow I stumbled up the climb of Medyakent and reached the bus-stop.  A wait for 5 minutes convinced me that the bus would not be coming and its better to just walk up to Acarlar.  Reaching the gates of the familiar residential complex after about 7-8 minutes of stumbling and wishing for an aspirin, a sigh of relief.  Alas, my stories never end in me smiling, and there they stood - energetic and ready to pounce on the word "go" - the pack of dogs, who appeared no less fierce than wolves.  They sprang after me and launched themselves into overdrive on the uphill climb, and worst of all instead of biting me and ending the misery they taunted and mocked me, ran next to me barking, laughing at the fact that I was desperately trying not get bitten on the arse! :| There you have it - another reason for you to increase your RBC count and for me to feel like a complete dork ! :|

The tequila night happened - am glad it did, opened me up a lot with my friends, never looked back after that - oh come on you want me to end this blog with such bull?! :P Just go home and have a laugh again imagining me being chased by a pack of dogs you lousy freaks ! :P Adios.