Dude.. the white ball's over there!
(Post was originally written on 24 October 2007. Shifted to this private blog later)
While still feeling the effects of an overdose of alcohol, I must write this post to document one of the more hilarious events I've had so far.
A couple of buildings away from SCMHRD is Hotel Lemon Tree. Must be a three star, but essentially a very nice and posh place. The bar there, called Slounge is a nice place. Hardly anybody, no smoke hanging around, a playstation, a nice pool table and happy hours from 4pm to 6.30 pm, Monday to Thursday.
Post our selection for the UBS autumn project, Vivek and I have been visiting the place quite often. This would be the third time in the past three weeks.
With a "Take a drink, get a drink free" during Happy Hours, we normally settle for a nice glass of red wine. It's classy, can't get you high and it's nice at Slounge over a few frames of pool. Towards the end of the Happy Hours we decided to opt for another drink. I was in the mood for an experiment. "We'll take a white wine each, please".
20% of our glass down and both of us realized the drinks had hit us. A slight drop in hearing efficiency and a slightly wobbly head, with a bit of clogging while thinking.... sure signs of getting high. Vivek was showing it externally. His shots on the table were getting worse, his patience and aim running haywire. I, on the other hand, was having a hayday. With calm and panache I potted ball after ball.
I was on a roll. Beat him two frames in a row and narrowly lost in the third. Then came some awesome shots. Two of them. Slicing. Right across the table. Brown ball - Straight in. Now for that blue ball there. Adjust angle. Needs some power. Cue has to reposition correctly. Focus. Ok... here we...
"Wait!!"
Vivek butt in.
"What??"
"You are hitting the Yellow Ball. The White Ball (cue) is over there!"
"Eh???"
He was right. I mistook the yellow ball to be the cue.... That was it. THE most visible sign I was high. Very high.
Anyway, we made it through the frame (which I won) and the wine. It was quite an odd feeling to be high. When you walk it's as if your brain wobbles inside your skull. You are aware of what is happening around, but you take a little extra time in figuring out how to react to things around you. You wonder why you take so much time. Anyway, cheers to that!
While still feeling the effects of an overdose of alcohol, I must write this post to document one of the more hilarious events I've had so far.
A couple of buildings away from SCMHRD is Hotel Lemon Tree. Must be a three star, but essentially a very nice and posh place. The bar there, called Slounge is a nice place. Hardly anybody, no smoke hanging around, a playstation, a nice pool table and happy hours from 4pm to 6.30 pm, Monday to Thursday.
Post our selection for the UBS autumn project, Vivek and I have been visiting the place quite often. This would be the third time in the past three weeks.
With a "Take a drink, get a drink free" during Happy Hours, we normally settle for a nice glass of red wine. It's classy, can't get you high and it's nice at Slounge over a few frames of pool. Towards the end of the Happy Hours we decided to opt for another drink. I was in the mood for an experiment. "We'll take a white wine each, please".
20% of our glass down and both of us realized the drinks had hit us. A slight drop in hearing efficiency and a slightly wobbly head, with a bit of clogging while thinking.... sure signs of getting high. Vivek was showing it externally. His shots on the table were getting worse, his patience and aim running haywire. I, on the other hand, was having a hayday. With calm and panache I potted ball after ball.
I was on a roll. Beat him two frames in a row and narrowly lost in the third. Then came some awesome shots. Two of them. Slicing. Right across the table. Brown ball - Straight in. Now for that blue ball there. Adjust angle. Needs some power. Cue has to reposition correctly. Focus. Ok... here we...
"Wait!!"
Vivek butt in.
"What??"
"You are hitting the Yellow Ball. The White Ball (cue) is over there!"
"Eh???"
He was right. I mistook the yellow ball to be the cue.... That was it. THE most visible sign I was high. Very high.
Anyway, we made it through the frame (which I won) and the wine. It was quite an odd feeling to be high. When you walk it's as if your brain wobbles inside your skull. You are aware of what is happening around, but you take a little extra time in figuring out how to react to things around you. You wonder why you take so much time. Anyway, cheers to that!
