Saturday nights in my new neighborhood ain't no everyday affair.
These people know how to celebrate. And the moods infectious. Ooooh Yea. (I'm can barely sit down right now. I'm about to embark on a full force bike ride to dissipate energy).
To the right is a child's birthday party. Full with green lawn, white frocks, pinata, sword fights and since this IS an expat neighborhood, light sabers. There are at least 40 waist high kids running around screaming on a beautiful Bangalore evening. Idyllic really is the word, for them at least. Because with kids birthdays, if you remember, the parties not over when the party is over...theres always the goody bag/return gift/loot that everyone gleefully waits for.
Behind us is a party getting ready to rock itself all night long, and though it is a middle aged persons party, i mean this quite literally. If the banners and decorations sound stage, speakers, DJ Console and lights are anything to go by, I get to stay up all night listening to great, amazing, good ol' Rock and Roll. As long as they don't bring a live band I'm good.
:) :) :)
Yes, I know, I'm not actually going to be at any of these parties...but hey, beggars can't be choosers.
And besides whats a great party without the people who would make it great.
:)
I'm Off!
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