As I write this I am nursing a slight hangover and sleep deprivation. It's 6.30 am here, I have just woken up. My roomie is still asleep so it gives me a good chance of posting this blog. I went out clubbing last night, returned at 4.30, barely managed to sleep for a couple of hours and here I am. Not that I have much to do here, so I can peacefully sleep through the day without anyone noticing. The only problem is that we leave for Durban today morning to play the Bubblies. Now, that will be something.
I have hit it off well with the Sports Management company manager who handles our PR. He is a smart young MBA-type Bombayite. Good sense of humour, must be good with the ladies, knows all the hot spots to go to. Good guy to know. He invited me to join him downtown for a night out at a club.
We took a cab to Opium. And what a club it is. I mean, I have never seen a club as pulsating as Opium. The club was packed, the crowd was trendy and chic, the babes were hot and slutty, there was a live band playing. I mean, the place was happening.
And guess what. The most colourful characters of IPL were there. At the entrance, we had our Kishen Kanhaiyya commentator standing right in front of me. Can't miss him with his height, pot belly and receding hairline. Thanks to my Sports Manager friend, we got in without paying. Inside, some of the bubblies were there. Prince of Patiala was there with some of his team boys. All tall fast bowlers. They were gawking at all the sexy babes on the dance floor. Prince though seems to attract a lot of attention from the ladies. Appam Chutiya was also there. I don't know what he is doing in SA coz he aint fit to play at all. Apparently, he is their main cheerleader. If so, I don't see him dancing around in mini skirts at the boundary line. But he sure was dancing here. Doing his stupid, ill-rhythmed break dance steps on club beats. He stood in one corner as if he doesn't want to get mobbed. But dude, nobody here cares a fuck for who you are. To them you are just a duffus with colored hair, glasses and strange dance steps. I went to the bar counter to get myself a drink. I overheard 2 girls talking. One of them seemed to be of Indian origin. They were talking about Appam Chutiya. One of them said that "he doesn't have a nose. He has 2 large holes instead of a nose". I burst out laughing. Kishen Kanhaiyya (KK) commentator hung around the bar with a 30+ well endowed white woman. She wore a sleeveless dress, full length with a generous neckline. KK seemed to be going for the kill. The prey in this case was happy enough to be hunted. They left the place together around 1 am. The Patiala Prince's gang was hanging around like a pack of hyenas. They would be gawking at any piece of meat walking by. Eventually, the Prince went in to get his share of the meat, a couple of others tried their luck. The rest went back to the rooms with nothing but their bats in their hands.
As for me, I got what I wanted. My 2 hours of sleep. Now, I pack my bags and am on to Durban.
More later guys. Take care.
I have hit it off well with the Sports Management company manager who handles our PR. He is a smart young MBA-type Bombayite. Good sense of humour, must be good with the ladies, knows all the hot spots to go to. Good guy to know. He invited me to join him downtown for a night out at a club.
We took a cab to Opium. And what a club it is. I mean, I have never seen a club as pulsating as Opium. The club was packed, the crowd was trendy and chic, the babes were hot and slutty, there was a live band playing. I mean, the place was happening.
And guess what. The most colourful characters of IPL were there. At the entrance, we had our Kishen Kanhaiyya commentator standing right in front of me. Can't miss him with his height, pot belly and receding hairline. Thanks to my Sports Manager friend, we got in without paying. Inside, some of the bubblies were there. Prince of Patiala was there with some of his team boys. All tall fast bowlers. They were gawking at all the sexy babes on the dance floor. Prince though seems to attract a lot of attention from the ladies. Appam Chutiya was also there. I don't know what he is doing in SA coz he aint fit to play at all. Apparently, he is their main cheerleader. If so, I don't see him dancing around in mini skirts at the boundary line. But he sure was dancing here. Doing his stupid, ill-rhythmed break dance steps on club beats. He stood in one corner as if he doesn't want to get mobbed. But dude, nobody here cares a fuck for who you are. To them you are just a duffus with colored hair, glasses and strange dance steps. I went to the bar counter to get myself a drink. I overheard 2 girls talking. One of them seemed to be of Indian origin. They were talking about Appam Chutiya. One of them said that "he doesn't have a nose. He has 2 large holes instead of a nose". I burst out laughing. Kishen Kanhaiyya (KK) commentator hung around the bar with a 30+ well endowed white woman. She wore a sleeveless dress, full length with a generous neckline. KK seemed to be going for the kill. The prey in this case was happy enough to be hunted. They left the place together around 1 am. The Patiala Prince's gang was hanging around like a pack of hyenas. They would be gawking at any piece of meat walking by. Eventually, the Prince went in to get his share of the meat, a couple of others tried their luck. The rest went back to the rooms with nothing but their bats in their hands.
As for me, I got what I wanted. My 2 hours of sleep. Now, I pack my bags and am on to Durban.
More later guys. Take care.
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