A Night, no, Day Out

I am not lying when I say that last night, I thought my cellphone clock had stopped on 7:15 PM. Not sure if that's even possible, considering the electronic nature of such devices, but I really was confused....

It all started with the consumption of potent potables in an event known to many as the "Alcolympics." This test of courage and stamina can break the weakest of souls and yet send the stronger ones into the annals of history. Something about chugging beer as fast as you can and then spinning in a circle ten times that really makes you appreciate the difficulty involved in running in a straight line to tag your partner. Did I mention this took place before 3 PM?

Then it was off to an Indian phenomenon known as a "Day Party." For those unfamiliar, a day party runs from about 3 til 8 on Saturdays and Sundays. What happens is girls tell their parents that they're going to a restaurant or the park and then sneak off to the club with their friends. The resulting populace in the club, therefore, is predominantly the female gender. Unlike night parties, there is a very noticeable lack of boyfriends. This is still India, mind you.

So much for the habitual "starting drinking at 8, go to the club at 10, and leave by 2" routine that was often practiced by people like myself back in Canada. Imagine my confusion after finding myself in a club, under the influence, at 7 PM on a Sunday. It seemed out of the question after checking my cellphone clock that it could possibly only be 7:15. Hadn't I been out partying all night? Wasn't I about to find my way home to my woven bed, only to wake up the next morning with a ferocious hangover? Apparently not.