Stache Attack

First off, there is definitely something to be said about posting at 2:30 AM after an evening of drinking. Regardless of what people say, I would like to believe some of my best work is done in situations such as this. Sure, there may be tons of typo's (spell check is godly!) and sure the post may be nonsensical but I'd like to believe that they make enough sense to be relevant.

So, this was a pretty interesting weekend for me all things considered.

It started with a passport verification check on Friday where I found out that most passports have a 50% chance of being approved when you have a rental address as the permanent address. I guess us Indians have come so far that regardless of whom you are, you are expected to own property. That's a shame for people like me, but hey "Go Indians???"

However, I did notice something very interesting when I went for passport verification. Apparently, there is a rule somewhere that states everybody who enrolls in the Indian Police Corp (I'm guessing that's what they call them) have to grow mustaches.

You think I'm kidding right now? Wrong! Every cop that I saw had a mustache. Sure some were big, some small, some thin, some thick, there was the Hitler and there there was Freddy Mercury. There was red (Yes, Indian men love coloring their hair), there was brown and there was black. Some of them would've given Tom Selleck a run for his money. Only thing missing was a blonde mustache. In fact, I believe that to be accepted into the Indian Police Corps, you would have to grow a mustache. It doesn't matter if it's pencil thin and looks like pubic hair, they'd let you in.

I hope by blogging about this, I don't jinx my passport approval.

So, this was followed by Friday night session where I hung out with two friends and we discussed assorted topics from HCHHSSTT's to more mundane topics such as work.

Saturday was really no different, I had my boy TL (Team Lead - apparently he is never getting promoted) come over and we discussed assorted women and their zaniness and drank an afternoon beer or two. Seriously, there is something to be said about afternoon beer, there is absolutely nothing like it on a warm weekend day. It up lift's your spirits in so many ways.

Finally, we come to tonight. Tonight is Sunday and I just got back from Wishy Washy's birthday celebration. Let me tell you, Wishy Washy went all out. He went as far as to have Black Label out for everybody to drink. I had Rum N Coke. Something about RnC. It's old school, it's a kids drink, but it's ohh so sweet (I'm also hoping less calories than beer, though I'm pretty sure the coke is negating that).

It was a fairly enjoyable evening, I met some old friends, whom I spent the evening torturing and who tortured me. What is it about Girl on Girl action that gets all men excited? It doesn't even have to happen, just the possibility is enough to make us blush. I don't get it, but I will admit I am a sucker for it. I would like to think I made a new "friend" and for once I was decently attired so I think I may have made a positive impact. However, I distinctly remember asking her if she was "Bi-sexual". Sigh, this is becoming a trend of sorts.

I finally had to leave, because NCB (Ninja Cock Blocker) was passed out, and Wishy Washy's parents were on their way back. I will never understand why people insist on getting to know Puff the Magic Dragon, especially when Puff insists on making them pay the price.

Let me tell you, dragging someone home who has been burnt by Puff is absolutely no fun.

All in all, I'd say it was a good weekend. On another positive note, I may just get passes to go to a fashion meet soon.

Why do I like fashion you ask? I don't. I just love the thought of HCHHSSTT's dressing up in different attire. Yes, I'm a pervert.

Like you didn't know already?