Friends' day out

We set out later than we planned after confusions caused by the previous night's rains and attrition of friends from the plan. We were a modest group of seven at eleven 'o' clock and weren't  expecting anymore to join. At half past noon, the five boys arrived at VGP universal kingdom along ECR (east coast road) in two batches. It was decided to spend the day at VGP itself after finding the ladies' proposal to visit Mahabalipuram untenable upon consideration. We ventured into the theme park on rs.315 tickets and engaged in the regular merry making. The ambiance, however, seemed to suggest more of a haunted dungeon of all the cursed vampires living in exile. And even before we got to terms with the vapid air, we realized to our dismay that even the most basic rides were available only upon a separate fee over and above what was charged as entry fee.

Another shock awaited at the pool when we were forced to wear uniforms for another rental fee instead of being allowed to wear swim suits we carried with us. We managed to negotiate the fee though after an altercation with the managing staff at the rental counter. Just as we sighed relief hoping all our disappointments had ended, we discovered that the wave pool floor had not yet been laid with tiles. The concrete, worn out of the poor painting threatened to bruise holidaying visitors and the unfortunate trooper of our group was John who lent his knee against the rough concrete and got it scratched. Nothing notwithstanding we enjoyed through the day in the pool and shower as Sandy sat over our slippers of all our belongings.

If you're waiting to see the incomparably noble hearted Sandy who sacrificed the pleasures of pool to oversee our sandals, you can easily distinguish her in the snap below.

Intermittently we clicked few crazy poses to have a record of the celebration to conjure/catalyze the magical moments at a later time, and not to mention to flaunt on social networks. The traditional picture of encircled feet was one of it and followed closely.

 

 The dancing bird couldn't anymore control her impulse after the dance floor opened. She swiftly swung her charming moves and moved enchantingly across the floor, swooning the rest of the troopers along into the mood.    

I could only, awkwardly, follow from the inspiration.

We even explored few moves on the floor and went ahead and captured them for the record.

How could our favorite Goudarmani step be left out in this reckless spree of shower dance. You can see on the background that by now we're joined by hordes of more pastime dancers.

Around 3:30pm we realized that we hadn't had lunch we stepped out of the water park and shot the final souvenir of a place we decided never to come back again until it became evidently apparent that the managers had demonstrated their will not to disappoint visitors with foolish policies and pricing.

We lunched at Pitstop, again on ECR, at supper time where the idea behind the graphic below was suggested by Satz..

Imman, Sandy, John, Vasi, Maits, Satz & myself

Sandy was quick to realize that we're not going to make it to Dakshin Chitra after she checked the time and made sense out of it. She required minimal consolation, as usual. As we ate we recounted from the repositories of our funny drunken episodes. While most had some story to narrate, others silently absorbed the Zen wisdom as masters and amateurs spoke in turns. It was not without proposing a plan for a bigger outing that we cleared the place. Some where during the confab, Satz made mention of hookah. That's all the required spur to set Maits up and we dragged ourselves to Drizzle to ensure that we didn't end the outing prematurely. After fruit salads and hookah and whoo uh huh ( mild coughing), we drove back in to our destinations bidding farewell to the communion.