Where I remember why getting sozzled is a good thing

So there is this cat. Which rummages through my dustbin. And then when I chase it away, it gives me this dirty look. Accusingly. Who the fuk are you to disturb my meal kinda looks.

I do not like cats, primarily because if you call a cat a sonofabitch, you are sorta displaying your own stupidity.

So there is this Goa festival on at Goa Sadan which is on Amrita Shergill Marg. Think of a beautifully maintained, broad street right next to the (in) famous Lodhi Gardens. Then think of classy bungalows on either side. And then think of a freshly painted, white house which goes by the name of Goa Sadan. And then add a couple of counters selling feni and some selling pork and chicken and fish. Also, if you are’nt too tired by now, add a stage and musicians and people doing the dancing thing. And if you still do not have enough add a cool breeze and wonderfully pleasant weather.

I have not gotten sloshed outta my mind for the longest time and right now I cannot, for the life of me, understand why.