A party, beer and some memories....

Yesterday was our team dinner. It was okay. We were only two girls in a gang of 15 and got segregated, probably because we were the only vegetarians, didn't want beer and were sitting at the end of the table. My manager is good - I mean, mingles with everyone freely and has a good sense of humour. I was sitting for the first time next to a boozer but it turned out to be normal in the end. My idea was that people started talking nonsense after 2-3 mugs but everybody was quite sane, I should say. You can never go by the Hindi movies, I know.

Remembered my uncle who once shocked my mother saying that I would've already done boozing etc in my life. Anyway, my poor mother had more faith in me. Just because I was marrying someone out of my caste , did I have to do everything 'wrong'? It seems my cousin has a Chinese girlfriend and his mother blames me for it - that I started this trend! Funny that her great Shashi should look up to me!