Partay!!

Damn, we've been itching to party at (read: trash) Datta's place after NYE...here's the pilot project!

Boy's become an uncle, so partay! Like we need an excuse. Amit, Bala and I sat at the Airport canteen for about 2 hours after a night show, trying to find better things to do with our weekends. In-fuckin-evitably, much as we tried to avoid it, we were forced to conclude that alcohol is unavoidable. I told the buffoons that right at the beginning, but noooo...they had to play Angels vs the Badman. So we wasted 2 good hours arguing over a foregone conclusion. No shit, Sherlock (pls refer to the Schitt family genealogy on Australo's blog -> top left, shit no, the other left).

So, ennnyway, tonite's party kicks off at 11. Yo! And the weather is smashing...so we will be singing the happy weather song..

Oh, whattay laauuly weather...let us make laauuu together...

My guitar has been requested. We'll jam thru the night, into the light...damn, she won't be there. And I'll be reminded sorely of the lovely NYE we spent and I'll miss her terribly. There better be a BIG bloody pot of honey at the end of this black rainbow...

I'll be pitching the party games party idea to Datta tonight. And with the new music, may this be the beginning of a long and beautiful association between me, the music, substances, beautiful people, and the hours of early a.m.
Boom Shankar!

And now, without further ado...