Salud!

Started our journey on Broadway, and then we went to do a little bit of Opium on a hot, humid October evening.   

You left on a (Spice) Jet plane, the Saturdays became dull. But you came back with your (almost) heart set on the city.

We Monkeyed around a bar, sipped cocktails that set our wallets on fire. I (Silver) Grill(ed) myself to death, and boy, did I leave you with burning memories!

My baby left on a plane again, but came back for good. We would often ask ourselves on the weekends, Go Where?

Paid a visit to the legendary Oly Pub on a summer evening, got drunk in the nostalgia of Park Street, and drenched ourselves in love, lust, laughs. 

Summer flew past, we broke up, we made up, we shared some inside jokes and kept drinking the best poison – nostalgia (of old Kolkata).

We hopped on to Hoppipola, fed ourselves expensive shit and loved and hated and loved each other all over again.

One day, we thought, we were drinking the same poison everywhere, so what’s the point of crawling to pubs?

We hit the streets – the best bar in the world – where everyone is drunk in their thoughts.

But one shady bar had witnessed many of our drunken stories. Time or (Silver) Sand… we do not know, but we surely drowned in each other’s company.

Meanwhile, we dared taking a spin at being the minister of boozing on a December evening. Thus our pub crawls kicked off once again - we managed to stay as sly as a fox.

Days went by, months went by, We also went by. But we found our way back, that’s what matters, right?

To kick off our tale once again, went to Canteen in the hope of making the afternoon li(i)t but ended up getting Sloshed in the midst of spring.

Now, let’s see whether we realize our California dreams or drown ourselves in (Silver) Sand this weekend.

Cheers to life!

~ 08.04.2021