High. Really.

It's amajing what a bit of vodka can do to you. When vodka's in you are whatever you think you are. It's like an awards' night. First 40-60 ml launches a stage. 70 to 80, you think. The audience never else looks as inviting and as attentive. 90 and more, you give speeches, you sing, you dance.( you pee, on average, three times,in between).

"And the award goes to............................."

You. It's you. The thinker and the performer.

The command I feel, over English, when mls are in, is beyond words. I use all the gooji booji words that I recently had seen, heard and dreamt of. With brilliant control, of course. I think inhibition takes the backseat when you drink and drive the conversation.

March 07, 2006. Good day. My friend. She had been newly-hired by an old firm. She had achieved. She thought, Enough. Enough reasons to treat her well wishers( well my friend, I always wish you good). That's eaxctly how I found myself in this dazzling place. Menu was thick. Left half the page was new and the right one was heavy. (Man..that was xxxpensive. Hardcore expensive for my pockit.I had never been and will, on my own to such places).

Starters, breezers, talkers,milddlers,more talkers and enders. Over. I had fun.( Why wouldn't I?) Loved speaking to my friend's hubby who claims his firm is small. For the wannabe MBA I am, I tried my questions on him. Why ? Strength? What? Where? Bottomline? Products? When? How much? Man. I am good. In the three hours that I spent I learnt it's tough to run if you are small. I won. Back to bed. Passing introspection. Good day. Next morning. Now, just waiting to get through the day. Hang over is killing me. Already fought with Her.( You will see Her in every blog of mine. I love Her).
Tata.