..the last that I went to 'Staying Alive' was the day I met Sam and Sakshi last, before they flew to Bangalore. The three of us actually managed to dance on the floor there, amidst strangers. Yesterday, as I sat there again - I took no familiarity to the place. It seemed alien to me. I think it was the 4th time that I went there in last one year. Infact I went drinking only after about 3-4 months. I don't like hard drinks and beer suits me no more. (By the way, we had Malibu last weekend, which was not bad for a few drinks.)
The place, when I first went there, impressed me so very much with the decor - two bikes hanging in the air and what not....and yesterday, as time went by, I wanted to get out of the place. The music was bad - except the rock that they played for a while. I was out in 45 minutes - to my car, and then spent 10 minutes, frantically, searching for casablanca. COuld not get it. Settled for Enrique's 'addicted' to be with me until I reached home.
I am not gonna go drinking anytime again. I think I am done with it. It doesn't cheer me anymore. Besides, it ain't like being with Divsy - and enjoying each minute of it. Friday evenings used to be fun - going nowhere and drinking and listening to songs and just talking.
It is never the place that matters, but the people you are with. Staying Alive really did not make much of a difference. : )
5 comments:
I know what you are talking about :)
but whatever happens.. happy staying alive :)
am sure you do, Om...thanks and I hope it just ain't 'staying alive', if you know what I mean.
yea... its just not staying alive...
its living while you are staying alive :) or maybe a better choice of words i guess...
Bang on!
bull's eye ;)
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