Picture this.
Dark Room.
Rain.
Rooftop terrace.
30 people.
And Party Whistles.
Endless loops of Oms and otherthingsthatdontmakesense. But does. Somehow. Me being social autist taken completely into consideration. G's "party" was the first one I have attended in a million years. Redefined the term "kiddie party" completely. Party Hat. Whistles. Added dose of grinding with unknown people. And Seeing R &R stoned and screaming "Aunty, Aunty I want cake. Cake. Cake. Cake. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" when G's parents were valiantly trying to cut a Kookie Jar truffle cake to satiate 30 undernourished "special" kids. In our little corners we allowed the "Stonaars" to glide in seamlessly and book their places. We opened doors when G's dad wasn't playing Baba O' Riley and created a Wasteland of sorts. Definitely not Teenage.
Jai hok. Moral: I liked party. Had fun. Saw strange insect scaring R&R. Saw Mandark chew. chew.chew. chew his food. And G with princess crown on head. Made my day.
3 comments:
Mandark stole my whistles :(
and some others disfigured the ones i had left so that they looked spastic and wouldn't uncurl. :(
good posht.
Thankees.
But you have been discovered.
G's parents were valiantly trying to cut a Kookie Jar truffle cake to satiate 30 undernourished "special" kids
Saw Mandark chew. chew.chew. chew his food. And G with princess crown on head. Made my day.
highlights of g's party...btw amrao grind korecchi..mone acche i miss u lots! :(..
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