Holi and Mr. Jack

After a long time I took a break and it was holi party at a friend's house. I cooked indian cuisines 'chhole and puri' with american touch which means less spices and some saucy flavor. There were some american friends who were not known to be very familiar with spicy food. Puris were amazingly good when they came out of the fry pan. Round and puffy! Chhole were also nice . There was  a lot more.  A genuine american homemade apple cake. lemon cookies. Peanut cookies. Some Hydrabadi dishes brought memories from Hyderabad. I think I like that place. And my tounge has somewhat developed taste for spicy hydrabadi food. We ate and ate and ate.
Anyways that was food. played some games for the afternoon. Playing mafia with 12 people is fun. Last part was holi colors. On the river bank under the bridge. That was our playing ground. It was my first dry holi but it was no less fun than wet ones. We were joined by some passer-bys who I think enjoyed the colors as well. And we also got audience from over the bridge.
Returning back in all variety of colors on faces and cloths the pervasive feeling was that it was a nice celebration of festival of colors and the end if spring break. Coincidently  it was also St. Patrick.'s day in US. On our way back we were strangely looking creatures covered in colorful cheer.
That was end of the party not the day. For the second time I braved myself for going to a local bar in company of two friends. I remember how bloody bored to death I  was first time. For someone who doesn't drink and dance bar is no place to be. Just sit and sip your coke. From my coke I put the straw in the wine glass and that was the worst taste of my life. It was so terribly awful, to the extremes that I sent it back through the straw in the glass. It was supposed to be some classy scotch Jack Daniels. Mr. Jack was scary! It's really surprising why people drink such awfuly tasting things. So much to get high. So much to fool yourself away from reality.