It was our first Friday in our own apartment. We were still getting used to the whole living without family stuff and my roomie and I decided to hit the bed early because we really had nothing planned. Around 12.30am it started. Loud foot banging noises from above. We had three Sardar's living above, of which one looked like a Greek God...awww...anyways...the Sardar's were drunk and having a party.
My roomie and I got mad. We took our brooms and tried to pound on our ceiling hoping they would hear but to no avail. Then we checked the door right across from ours and saw that all of them boys were gone and probably were at the party too. Then we went down and called G.
He was all groggy eyed but told us not to worry and that he would talk to the cute Sardar and help us get to sleep. And so we waited....
waited...
waited...
half hour and still it did not seem like the music or dancing would stop. Roomie and I climbed up the stairs and knocked the door...and guess what we saw...G with a beer in hand dancing bangda. He stopped half way his step and had the sheepish smile and told us, "how about joining the party."
ARRRRRGggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh...we requested cute sardar to not make noise as we wanted to sleep and it was already 2.am plus and headed down.
That was the last Friday in my two years at school when we slept at 2.00am. The rest of our KSU life we hardly ever slept on a Friday night.
2 comments:
hehe..continue...
Hilarious! I havent seen the both of u in person but a movie clip was running in my head when I read ur post:) Enjoyed it! Thanks for writing....
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