Funny story, there was a bit of a hilarious scandal last night when one of the Americans, an East Coast girl named Austin had, within 15 minutes of showing up at Gem, gone home with one of the Canadians. His place in Paharganj was full of guys, so they went to hers. When they got there, though, the hotel man wouldn't let the guy in.
When I left the bar, I got lost again and had to go back to the bar where the bouncers (these two burly Indians who showed up out of thin air and surprised us all with their unusual size and the fact that we hadn't seen them before in the bar) still stood as the last of our table stumbled out, to ask for directions. He was very polite, despite the fact that for the second night in a row a Brit and I had started off several beefy-voiced rounds of "USA! USA! USA!" complete with in-the-air fist pumping, to the delight of the Euros and Canadians... and part of the reason the bouncers appeared to remove us.
Other moments of note from last night: one of the Canadians is a bit boisterous, and two Indians at another table asked us to "keep it down. This is a bar." Later in the night two tables of locals of about four each started mimicking us, slapping hands and bumping fists, and mock-greeting one another with hugs. As I have no shame whatsoever, and I always love to mess with local yokels, I indulged them on my way back from the bathroom. One of them stopped me and started speaking English in a way that could only have been funnier/more racist as dialog from an Asian kid in a Korean/Vietnam war movie. He tried slapping hands and giving me a hug, but I countered by teaching him multi-step hand slaps complete with twists and finger snaps that looked more white coming from him than from me.
1 comments:
you seriously fist pumped "usa!"
you are already losing your damn mind ;)
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