Oktoberfesht.

We'd only ever heard of Oktoberfest as the legendary beer festival of Germany. When KF brought it to India, it was a novelty - a taboo one, at that. Fascinated though i was, i never managed to go for one until yesterday.

B cooked Thai Yellow Curry and Herb Rice that we belted as we waited for K and V to return from their visit to Coimbatore. Rumours of our going to the Oktoberfest were in the air, but B and i didn't pay much attention to it. I for one had just finished spending an entire day at office and was in no mood, or presentable state, to head to a beer drinking festival.

9:30 p.m, just as we've downed a couple of diet cokes (B) and Teacher's (me) and are on our way downstairs to buy some nico sticks, who do we see but K and V. Half-dead from the bus journey, but alive enough to ask us: "WTF are you guys doing? Why aren't you ready?" B and i exchange looks and then shoot raised eyebrows in K's direction. "Oktoberfest, dude. We're going. Bloody get ready. Don't mess with me, i've had a really bad bus ride and i really, really need to get pasted." Uh, okay. Unarguing, we quietly climb the stairs to the house, and run helter skelter - K because she's in two minds on whether she should hit the potty or not, B because she has nothing to wear and me because not only do i have nothing to wear, but the clothes they have will not FIT ME! I panic - i'm wearing dark green Harem pants and a sleeveless Fab India top, my hair's unwashed, greasy, strandy and held back by a hairband.

Plus there's a bigger issue - Oktoberfest is for beer. What will B and i drink?

Wine, vodka, cocktails, soda, soft drinks also available. Phew. Hallelujah.

While we scramble to get dressed, V sits biting his nails and getting frustrated about letting precious minutes of beer consumption slip away because of some women who want to be dressed 'appropriately'. "It's a beer fest, for heaven's sake. People come there to drink beer. Who's going to bother about clothes?"

Bondas. Most of them were well-dressed. And oh my Gosh, what masks! K bought herself one. No, two.

We got ourselves our little disposable cups and (drum rolls) started on breaking world guzzling records.

B and I kept alternating between the shtage show and the enclozhed shpace called, uh uh uh, Ultra Cafe. Der wazh great mushik - Jalebi Cartel wazh plain. We guzzled and guzzled till we were all pretty hi.

We danshes sho much. It wash gooo fun. Met Shalt n Peppa, Hash Cookiesh Man, and shum creepy shtrangesh. The place wash so fullo lie. It was greaat fun and we got back home and drank shum mo and went our fo a drive and got to shleep at 5 this morni. JSsdfjsdnasjfbh sadjhsjdh sadbshbfhsdmkmksdkf gunait.