First Night Out

Well, it wasn't expected to happen, coming from my sensible brain. It did.

For over 20 years, I've been shielded from the dread that is the "bar". Mental images of tipsy drunkards and girls.. ahem, young ladies.. in skimpy clothing were floating around my head. From those bits and piece of information, I was too afraid to even look for as me and my parents were on a drive through the streets as I go between home and my condo.

Well, the impossibility has been proven invalid. I got to hang out with my adult cousins after my parents and some of my aunts and uncles decided that it's time for me to meet bar girls and drink booze. Bah, my system's supposed to be clean of alcohol. Can't help it if it's just a social drinking.

Anyway, we got to a place, a "bar and grill restaurant" (if you will), called The Prince of Jaipur. For the hell of me, I don't know who or what a Jaipur is, but I guess it doesn't hurt to explore the place. So I got in. I don't have my college ID with me, so that was a saving grace, as one look from the guards sent me straight into the bar. Heh, I haven't shaved my beard and moustache for a few days or so, so they (the guards) see a legal-aged young man.

Well, I got in, alright. What I say was nothing new to me. True, there were girls in skimpy clothing, but with clothing appropriate enough not to be labelled as prostitutes. Hmm, not an appropriate word, but it'll do, given my current state of mind. I drunk only diluted bottles of alcohol. I was safe from the breath test.
As for my fellow companions¹, my sister²,one of my aunts³ were always sitting in the far side corner of the restaurant, so I couldn't help but wonder why the latter, who was so eager to get out and go with us, was sitting out the whole "gig". Kind of odd.

The rest of the details were kind of fuzzy at this point, as I was thrown in (partly by my own conscious effort) a sea of young people dancing the night away (A Saturday Night) to the beat of the music. Despite my cousins' best efforts, they couldn't convince me to raise my arms in the air and wave to the music. I was that embarrased, and was content with my swing my head and body sideways to the beat. Meh.

As we decided to return home after partying, I saw another peculiarity on the streets. A mini version of the bar and grill restaurant we just came from. Still, it's not the same restaurant, with all the ladies chatting amongst themselves outside. The name's the only similarity, as far I can see.

Bah. I'm tired. Had to sleep early now.


¹albeit female
²already let go by my parents after 15 years
³who decided to join us to celebrate her life as a widow