stuff good weekends are made of

I had made up my mind. This weekend was going to be different. Well, different from what weekends had life thrown up the last couple of times - i find it really hard to remember the weekends before that. I take this as a good sign because they wouldnt have been special, otherwise I would certainly have the dates etched on my mind and since they are not hence it is safe to deduce that they weren't after all.



Last to last weekend, I remember having watched the dark knight; followed by drinks till the wee hours of the day; the next day I scooted off to meerut to check on my cousin who'd had a surgery and also to meet up with my parents who were visting to from up north. Hellish driving on Saturday, rest on Sunday and hellish driving on Monday. That was about it. Except for lots of food which did not go well down with me.



The next weekend started with an office party where I got smashed, danced a bit, then when I started stepping on peoples' toes, I snuck away and found myself a corner in the center of the room and nursed my drinks longing to be somewhere else maybe, because I distinctly remember not being quite happy that day. But the following week when I saw the pictures - I was in inclined to think otherwise. Alchohol is not good. Anyways - I was not to learn anything from the friday night. The moment my blood stream registered a normal Ph after a day long diet of water and diet cokes I drove across town to catch up with a few friends and first rays of a lazy sunday morning accompanied by a light drizzle waltzing with a cool breeze found me on the balconey of my friend's place downing the nth glen something. I slept. hellish drive in the evening and I swore the next weekend ( this one had to be different). For a change - no more alchohol.