| dec 16, 03 Death on the dance floor... Saddam intervened otherwise I was dying to ramble about this effervescent party I attended the other day at a friend's place. I have decided to call the party 'Ms and others fret and stutter on the dance floor.' There were M1 and M2, the hosts, who entertained the guests with foot-tapping music [at times a little raunchy, but we loved it], giga-gallons of beer, and sumptuous 'dum aloo' in addition to juicy leg pieces. M1 did everything to ensure a successful do, but her real triumph was the steamed potato dish [purportedly from Kashmir] she served with great finesse. M2, our tall, lanky and rather delicately built host had picked music CDs from his friendly neighbourhood pirate, and was the subject of a few self-righteous protests when his initial numbers failed to titillate [er]. But as mountains of bottles emptied into willing throats, the music started to make sense. What sexy numbers man! M3, who packs quite a punch in his rather short package, regaled the audience with his ladies scarf-on-a-bald-head act. And the man can gyrate with true gay abandon [pun really not intended]. There's more on him later M4, an accomplished singer among other things, is reported to have sneaked out for a 'rain drops fallin' on my head' jig along with two ladies. *&&^~~er! A certain Mr AM took his time but when he did it was so good that his movements looked almost, hmmm...sleazy! Those hip movements and measured strides coupled with emmaculate jerks of the forearms. There are times when people suspect he must've been a nautch girl in his previous avatar! And MBlog felt all this energy welled up suddenly in his chest and got up on his feet never to stand down again. The floor screeched, eyeballs rolled, his belly screamed 'food', but he behaved as if the nearby sofa had pirckly pears all over... And when he did leave the dance floor he had to come back soon, becasue what he saw in the other room was rather unnerving--M3, sitting on the window for some fresh air, took off his shirt to reveal supressed white hairy boobs presiding over a small beery protrusion. To MBlog he looked like King Kong's white mother...no wonder he thought the dance floor a far better bet.... Never Contd. |