Cramped Quarters (nugget 4)

The dance floor is always packed to bursting. One piece of advice… guard your toes with your life. More often than not, they will be stepped on a few times during the night. Of course, if it’s someone cute who does it and you end up going out the next day –just like in the movies; then good for you. I hate your luck. Most of the time, however, you end up nursing swollen toes the next morning which isn’t really the best way to round off the night.
The music selection really varies too. Some of the music keeps you on your feet and in the mood for more, while sometimes you stand on the dance floor completely confused as to what to do. Heal the World? Someone get me a candle and a toga, quick!
A lot of people end up getting so sloshed they can’t walk in a straight line by the end of the night. It’s then that the most hilarious stuff happens. Table dances, proposals, spectacular cases of projectile vomiting – it’s all there.
Of course, there’s the slight matter of a midnight curfew. Getting to the club at 10 makes it pointless to leave at 11.30. Who in their right minds would stay out for only an hour and a half? So the next logical step would be to stay out. Now that’s great if you’ve thought it out in advance and booked yourself a room somewhere. If, like us, you decided to wing it, be prepared for another five arguments and utter confusion. We finally left the club at 1.30 a.m. and went to a couple of hotels, all of which were booked for the night. Looks like other people did think their evenings through, then.
Just as we were about to leave the last one, we got a call from a friend. Someone had told him we were stuck for the night, so he offered to let us use his apartment. It seemed like a brilliant idea until we reached there. Turns out a whole bunch of his brother’s friends had missed their curfew as well. I didn’t even try counting, but there must’ve been atleast 30 people in his apartment that day.
2 bedrooms and a living room. You do the math.
The night to follow was one of the funniest I’ve ever spent. Ten girls had to sleep on one bed. I think I slept on a bunch of legs that night, or atleast I tried to. When we did wake up the next morning, Eshi’s legs were numb from being slept on the entire night, and I felt like I’d been stabbed in the back. Two of the guys with us, Karan and Vasant, in what was a half-ditch attempt at being responsible for us, decided to stay awake the entire night, but ended up passing out on the floor. Karan woke up the next morning on top of some laundry, completely disoriented. Our host camped out on a sofa, and his brother had to give his room up for his friends to crash in, so I’ve absolutely no idea where he slept that night.
The next morning, we left his apartment at around 8 in the morning, and as if it were the most natural thing in the world, went to Valley View for breakfast in our club clothes. I’ll say one thing for a night of bad sleep- you’re all the more hungry the next morning.
The rest of the day was pretty much a blur. I vaguely remember sleeping in one room, then going to another friend’s room and sleeping there; after which I went home and slept there as well. I only felt truly awake at around 7 in the evening.
Everything in moderation, they say. Moderation be damned. Pull out all the stops every time. It’s the only real way to live.