How not going to the gym shot up my endorphin levels.

Shitty day at work. Siiiigh.

*Beep*
Message from N: Jazz at 7 today at Allians?
Reply: Sounds like a plan, but my gymming will go for a toss. (Sad smiley)
N: It's 7-9.
Reply: Oh fish. When's the latest i can let you know by?
N: I'll be there only. Come when you want to.
Reply: (Sad smiley) Okay.
N: Now what? (Or something to that effect.)
Reply: You don't care if i come or not. My heart's broken. Sniffle. (Sad, sad smiley face)
N: !(#(&$+&^$&^***!@(*@*!#
Reply: Okay, okay, i'll let you know.

5: 45 p.m
Should i , shouldn't i, should i, shouldn't i...
CS woman to my boss (while shooting dirty looks to me): Oh wow, these are great lines, fabulous, aswesome, wonderful, oh wow, oh wow, i thought you'd forgotten, oh wow, oh wow wow wow wow...

Dear God. I need something to soothe my nerves. Jazz it is.

6:15 p.m
Me over phone: "Byaatch! I changed my mind, i'm coming over to your office and we can go to Allians from there."
N: "Oh. Okay."

7:30 p.m
Me to N: "Will you please hurry up with your work??????"
N: "Ya, ya. Let's go. Oh, wait! We have to go pick up foreign man (M) from mall! He's an American, won't know roads and all."
Me: "Woman, i know GWB is president and thereby all Americans dumb, but i'm sure he can understand simple instructions of walking ahead and taking the first right!!!!"
N: "Yaaaa, but he's American, he'll get lost."
Me: "Whatever."
N: "Oh, and R is also coming, so i'll ask him to pick up the passes."
Me: "How many more people haven't you told me are coming?????"

7:45 p.m
The Brown Indian Band or some such thing playing. Hmm. Not bad. But this isn't jazz, this is fusion!

8:15 p.m
"Okay, let's get out of here. NOW."

8:30 p.m, Millers 46 Steak House.
N: "Should we order the chicken wings? It's got winga sauce."
R: "It might be too much to order, the steak portions are quite big too."
M: "I want to have the cheese fries. I'm really curious about what cheese fries here mean."
Me: "Maybe we should try the Millers Mixed Platter."
R: "It might be too much to order, the steak portions are quite big too."
Me: "Ya, but i'm sure we'll manage between us."
N: "You want to share main course?"
Me: "Okay."
N: "What do you want to eat?"
Me: "You decide. If i don't like it, we'll change course."
Me: "So, are we going for the Millers Mixed Platter?"
R: "It might be too much to order, the steak portions are quite big too."
Me: "Excuse me, oneMillers Mixed Platter please."

Cheese fries arrive.
N and I: "Excuse me, could you please cancel the Millers Mixed Platter please?"
R: "I told you we'd be ordering too much."

Five Haywards stouts and two Bloody Mary's later...
N: jaw hitting the ground making weird dying-goldfish faces.
Me: "What? What?"
N: dying-goldfish, still.
Me, looking around: "Oh. Oh. Oooooh. Aooooooo!"

Me: Hmm... Dhoni's looking quite hot with his new hair cut.
N: "Yeah, even R.P.Singh's quite cute man."
Me: "Who's the woman next to Robin Uthappa?"
N: "Must be girlfriend."
R: "Hey, if you're going to take a picture, i want to be in it."

Me, thinking: Hmm, i wonder what it is about celebrity spotting that gets us so... excited.
Me, to N: "Dhoni saved you woman."
N (Two stouts down): "Huh? Oh, oh yeah! I'll make choking noises and he'll come save me!" Me: "Uh...no. I was talking about Dhoni saving you from getting beaten up for making me miss gym and dragging me to a fuckoll, pseudo-Jazz thingie."
N: "Oh. Uh."
Me: "Yeah."