So this week I did two notable things. I attended a Page 3 Party and a Funeral , well I nearly did (by chance never ended up for the Funeral). The pressure of being able to make to this kind of jazz sometimes goes beyond me. I mean the Party was still tolerable, but attending a Page 3 Funeral, even I cant handle that kind of pressure ( by I, I mean the nut carrying a paper and pen to possibly all situations and tapping a potential story there).
I know I know , that Page 3 has already been whacked a lot by MB there is always some sort of freshness in a cliché too ( no nutcracker needed or to be a rocket science for that ). So while I sat, after actually shifting from one leg to the other and realizing that it was the “in” thing to be at the centre of the party grounds and never sit ( even if the your heels dig a hole in your legs) ; my predicament turned into mild amusement, and then to a full guffaw and giggle.
So here it goes, a huge something ( I mean it took me a while to crack the puzzle), in a flame orange number, a blonde wig, some earrings and looking happily like a draped table cloth ( I mentally nicknamed her FO); catches hold of a one of the few tolerable black and blue number ( of course a big challenge to her centre stage performance, literally, mentally nicknamed BB)
FO ( voice dripping between honey and lemon, effect ending up like a horse rasp) : Oh Darling! Long Time No see
BB ( with a look of oh-not-again-hell-I-cant-avoid-her) : Oh yeah how have you been
FO ( raising up the baritone and literally screeching like a South Indian starlet) : So how old is your kid now ? You seem to be back in shape
BB: (the black rising up her throat, mumbling)
FO: ( raising the hand imaginarily in air , turning in the shower) : oh yeah I remember that baby shower of yours
Me: looks like the sound and light show is about to begin and I strain my ears further, eavesdrop! eavesdrop!
BB: ( wish-I-could-punch-her-out-of –this-tablecloth-look): So how old is yours? Sixteen –seventeen? Gawd@you don’t look like a mother of …..and I keep watching all those tactics( well editor’s censure here) you keep doing on Facebook
FO: ( Time to take a 360 degrees back to centrestage err grounds with a dismissal shower in the air)
Suddenly a white whiff catches my attention and I see two whites together, hand in hand wearing a small camisole (okay maybe a little better than that coz it does have some sequins) over lacy pajamas.
Time to Grab a new Drink and Show!!
