when my phone beeped with the receipt of an sms, i clicked on it with great eager as i hardly get any sms unless its my phone bill, its either bbm or fb notifications that my phone usually beeps for. anyways this sms was events in abu dhabi and it read 'poolside/raindance party in mai cafe, aloft'.
it so happened that night we were planning on something else but ended up going for this and so contrary to the rest of the close to naked people at the party, we guys were the most clothed. for the first time i think we were feeling shy/weird because we had clothes on!! anyway the music and the party was a blast, our brains stopped registering after sometime as there were way too many chics to check out and since they were all in ravishing swim wear, our visual treat quota/compartment in the brain was saturated and refused to register anymore.
it was at some time around 1.50 or so, close to 2 i remember that i told my friends im gona head to the end of the deck for a quiet and calm moment of smoke. i clearly remember there was no one else on the terrace,i lit the lung killing device and leaned against the rails, i had hardly taken two drags when a kenyan female came upto me and asked for a smoke, i humbly obliged and then she started a conversation 'h-i m-y name i-s jackie' i was like 'jackie'?! the first thought that raced across my mind was the mohanlal starrer malayalam movie 'sagar alias jackie', trying hard not to chuckle, i said 'woww!!! what a wonderfooool name!! my name's eric'. the next question from her was 'what do you do?' i replied that im an engineer and i realized that she didnt understand what it meant, so i said 'im a mechanic'. this she understood as i noticed a change in expression 'ah mech--an-ic, that's go-odd!! so wh--at do you ma-aake?' Before i complicate the conversation, i chose to ignore the question as whatever i say was going to confuse her for sure, so i asked her 'what do you do?' As if waiting for me to ask the question, she immediately replies 'i-m a hair dresser, i wo-rk at a sal-oon' Genuinely impressed, i was like 'ah your a stylist, thats nice' Quick to her defence she says 'noooo i-m a ha-ir dresser, i cut ha-irr'. This was the cue and i realized that i need to make a move before she kills my buzz. But she continued 'i actually did ho-tel manage-ment but they did not give me a j-ob beca-use i dont know ara-bic, they to-ld me i ne-ed to know ara-bic and engliiish, my engliiish is goo-od right yea, but ye-ah they jo-oob no give me'. i didnt know how to break it to her that its probably not because she didnt know arabic that she didnt get the job, its quite evidently because she didnt know english!!! i dont think any hotel would want their staff talking to the guests 'yeaa-ah maaa-aan, i hope yo-ou li-ke the roo-om maa-an!!' definitely not!!
Unfortunately (fortunately) her friends came and said come on lets bounce. i immediately said 'daimn!! i was having such a nice time, do you really have to go, your friends have such bad timing (thank God they came!!). and the last gimmick from her end was that she grabbed my bb and punched in her no saying 'call'. i promptly replied 'definitely!'
P.s sorry to those who find this post rude, for others, the highlight of this incident is as my colleague rightfully says 'eric either your weird or you just seem to attract weird people'. Whichever it is, all these weirdness do make some interesting experiences and blogs :)
it so happened that night we were planning on something else but ended up going for this and so contrary to the rest of the close to naked people at the party, we guys were the most clothed. for the first time i think we were feeling shy/weird because we had clothes on!! anyway the music and the party was a blast, our brains stopped registering after sometime as there were way too many chics to check out and since they were all in ravishing swim wear, our visual treat quota/compartment in the brain was saturated and refused to register anymore.
it was at some time around 1.50 or so, close to 2 i remember that i told my friends im gona head to the end of the deck for a quiet and calm moment of smoke. i clearly remember there was no one else on the terrace,i lit the lung killing device and leaned against the rails, i had hardly taken two drags when a kenyan female came upto me and asked for a smoke, i humbly obliged and then she started a conversation 'h-i m-y name i-s jackie' i was like 'jackie'?! the first thought that raced across my mind was the mohanlal starrer malayalam movie 'sagar alias jackie', trying hard not to chuckle, i said 'woww!!! what a wonderfooool name!! my name's eric'. the next question from her was 'what do you do?' i replied that im an engineer and i realized that she didnt understand what it meant, so i said 'im a mechanic'. this she understood as i noticed a change in expression 'ah mech--an-ic, that's go-odd!! so wh--at do you ma-aake?' Before i complicate the conversation, i chose to ignore the question as whatever i say was going to confuse her for sure, so i asked her 'what do you do?' As if waiting for me to ask the question, she immediately replies 'i-m a hair dresser, i wo-rk at a sal-oon' Genuinely impressed, i was like 'ah your a stylist, thats nice' Quick to her defence she says 'noooo i-m a ha-ir dresser, i cut ha-irr'. This was the cue and i realized that i need to make a move before she kills my buzz. But she continued 'i actually did ho-tel manage-ment but they did not give me a j-ob beca-use i dont know ara-bic, they to-ld me i ne-ed to know ara-bic and engliiish, my engliiish is goo-od right yea, but ye-ah they jo-oob no give me'. i didnt know how to break it to her that its probably not because she didnt know arabic that she didnt get the job, its quite evidently because she didnt know english!!! i dont think any hotel would want their staff talking to the guests 'yeaa-ah maaa-aan, i hope yo-ou li-ke the roo-om maa-an!!' definitely not!!
Unfortunately (fortunately) her friends came and said come on lets bounce. i immediately said 'daimn!! i was having such a nice time, do you really have to go, your friends have such bad timing (thank God they came!!). and the last gimmick from her end was that she grabbed my bb and punched in her no saying 'call'. i promptly replied 'definitely!'
P.s sorry to those who find this post rude, for others, the highlight of this incident is as my colleague rightfully says 'eric either your weird or you just seem to attract weird people'. Whichever it is, all these weirdness do make some interesting experiences and blogs :)