Happy hours

by Priyanka S

“Thank God It’s Friday” was the mantra of the day! The work week was coming to an end, and it had all of us excited. Two days of snooze fest was in order and nobody could take that away from us. We were working hard and fast, trying to get our tasks completed before the clock struck 18:30 hrs, so that we could get home, sit back, relax and of course, unwind.

But all that changed when we received this message:

Dear Influxians,
BARNIVAL IS BACK WITH A BANG!
More booze, more bites and more buzz…

Let the clock strike six
and you can get your fix.

Let us wind up by eight,
so that you don’t have to jump the gate.

Drive carefully and get home safe,
we don’t want a nuisance case.

See you all soon, booze-heads!

There was a deafening cheer!

The Booze Carnival was back, or as we Influxians call it - BARNIVAL!

Flashback:

13:00 Hrs
14:00 Hrs
15:00 Hrs
16:00 Hrs
17:00 Hrs

Restless foot-tapping followed…obviously!

And then, the clock struck six!

All the self-proclaimed boozeheads ran towards the mock bar! And what a bar it was!

Oh boy, what choices we had!

Carlsberg: Beer for the sociable.
Eristoff: Vodka for the party mongrels.
Old Monk: Rum for the Rambos.
La Martin: Brandy for the badasses.
Royal Challenge: Whiskey for the royals.

And a mix of all for our “Always Steady” soldiers!

Happy faces:

No no, we just didn’t drink, we also had a couple of short eats to munch on; move over bucket chicken, we had something better - bucket chips and bucket karasev. To top it off, we had mango pickle on the side (only seasoned drinkers know of this ultimate combo)

After a couple of clinks of glasses, a few dozen plates of munchies and a few drags of cigs…we did what any other ‘almost’ drunk person would do - we danced like there was no tomorrow. Of course, the Zumba classes that we take on Tuesdays helped us bust some moves that would have put Michael Jackson to shame.

We invented the “Sunwalk” - a tribute to MJ’s moonwalk (yes, you guessed right - instead of gliding backwards, we stomped forward) It was awesome, to say the least; we were dancing like crazy wild elephants. Honestly, we were all surprised that none from the neighbourhood complained. Probably they would have thought people were rigorously working out at the gym (boy, are we glad that our office is right above one).

On Friday, we took the term “office party” to a whole new level. We rocked and rolled (literally) until eight. As the clock struck eight, the crowd slowly started drifting home.

Don’t worry, we were all steady and reached home safely!
Cheers!