On Wednesday last, S kept reminding me of a surprise that he wanted to give. Upon asking what the occassion was, I got a smartie question - do I always wait for an occassion to give you a surprise? Well, yeah he was right. He did give me the odd surprises, some memorable, some well...forgettable; like the one where we wanted to surprise a Salman Khan fan like me with movie tickets to Veer. He didnt realize that I was not that loyal a fan to see my hero trying miserably to act like a village bumpkin while unleashing phony american accent in a British (or was it American?) university. Sallu never really did understand the concept of preparing for his role. Anyway, I am deviating.
So with slight trepidation about the timing of the surprise, Ready - another Sallu movie - had released just last Friday, I hinted at the movie being not so good. S was ready to agree with me and to assure me that we will not be watching this movie. So what was the surprise?
I was trying to crack it when he took me to P's place on the destined day, with a cock-and-bull story which I grudgingly accepted. My overactive brain did conclude something being cooked up in P's place but by God, I couldn't have guessed the real surprise, even though I saw C's trusty Maruthi and a shiny Chevy parked at the gate.
I walked in to a chorus of "Surprise" and I was shocked to see a whole host of my friends standing among a riot of red baloons and blown up pictures of S and me. It took me a while to realise that my trusted friends were throwing me a Bachelorette party. The bachelor, S, made his exit gracefully and I was left in the hands of my GFs.
First I was shown the cake, which had a particular anatomy iced on it with the words - To have and to hold, written beside it. Ah! if that were not enough, I was asked to cut off a part of the appendage which I didnt quite like. I shall not divulge the rest of the details except for the fact that the cake was simply yummy however weird it was, to share the said appendage with darling friends. Ahem...the things we do for friends.
What followed was X-rated games which in the light of day was well...X-rated. Kudos to P for being so creative about making people embarass themselves and shed inhibitions. I was on a high even without alcohol. Time flew and before we knew it, the young mothers in the group had to leave to their loving children being looked after by their flummoxed fathers and relatives.
A series of Patel snaps, group snaps, air kisses, sweaty hugs, tired grins and byes later I found myself in the car with the 'bachelor', trying hard not to look too happy on having pulled off this surprise along with my GFs.
And so I'm slowly making my transition from the bachelorette to being a married woman. I feel both nervous and happy at the same time. Oh well....that shall be another post. Right now let me bask in the gloriousness of having friends who take time off to make me feel like a lucky bachelorette and who soon will be there to guide me through the intricacies of a married life.
So with slight trepidation about the timing of the surprise, Ready - another Sallu movie - had released just last Friday, I hinted at the movie being not so good. S was ready to agree with me and to assure me that we will not be watching this movie. So what was the surprise?
I was trying to crack it when he took me to P's place on the destined day, with a cock-and-bull story which I grudgingly accepted. My overactive brain did conclude something being cooked up in P's place but by God, I couldn't have guessed the real surprise, even though I saw C's trusty Maruthi and a shiny Chevy parked at the gate.
I walked in to a chorus of "Surprise" and I was shocked to see a whole host of my friends standing among a riot of red baloons and blown up pictures of S and me. It took me a while to realise that my trusted friends were throwing me a Bachelorette party. The bachelor, S, made his exit gracefully and I was left in the hands of my GFs.
First I was shown the cake, which had a particular anatomy iced on it with the words - To have and to hold, written beside it. Ah! if that were not enough, I was asked to cut off a part of the appendage which I didnt quite like. I shall not divulge the rest of the details except for the fact that the cake was simply yummy however weird it was, to share the said appendage with darling friends. Ahem...the things we do for friends.
What followed was X-rated games which in the light of day was well...X-rated. Kudos to P for being so creative about making people embarass themselves and shed inhibitions. I was on a high even without alcohol. Time flew and before we knew it, the young mothers in the group had to leave to their loving children being looked after by their flummoxed fathers and relatives.
A series of Patel snaps, group snaps, air kisses, sweaty hugs, tired grins and byes later I found myself in the car with the 'bachelor', trying hard not to look too happy on having pulled off this surprise along with my GFs.
And so I'm slowly making my transition from the bachelorette to being a married woman. I feel both nervous and happy at the same time. Oh well....that shall be another post. Right now let me bask in the gloriousness of having friends who take time off to make me feel like a lucky bachelorette and who soon will be there to guide me through the intricacies of a married life.
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