You know, when I get home, I'm swearing off attending any parties for at least a year. All the parties are starting to drive me crazy.

Beyhan the big baby drank like a fish and danced all night, and promptly became feverish. I took his temperature and gave him a panadol, I should have known better.

That idiot popped it down without first having had any dinner (too busy dancing). Coupled with all the alchol he was swilling so liberally and a gastric problem, we wound up taking turns hot-towelling and massaging him for the rest of the night. It was 2 a.m. before I got any sleep.

You would think it's ok, since it's a Saturday night right? Nahuh...got to work on Sunday too...how crappy.

He wasn't the only one on the floor that night. Some Indian hombre drank himself out as well and we just tossed him into the bathroom to sleep it off.

Please Gawd...No more parties...I can't take it anymore.

On the other hand, we met more new friends. Let me see...Saori, a Japanese, A pair of Romanian vampires (Mickey {Mikhaila}...and the other girl, I forget her name), a dutch girl who will also remain nameless...

Alvarro was putting the moves on her all night, but man...it looked so funny. Alvarro was roughly half Dutchlady's height and he spent the rest of the night with his head cranked upwards. The very next night, he was complaining of neckache for the entire duration of a movie we were watching. Which, incidentally, was pretty good. "The Island"...anybody watched that?

The house in Kolkatta we're moving into is one of the best rentals I've come across so far in India. It's also the landlady's house. Fully A/Ced with DVD player and TV and a large bathroom...all for 3000 rs per month. Oh joy! ;)