We got there a few minutes to 7pm and headed to a quiet non-happening corner.
By 10pm we were already exhausted and bored, but mostly exhausted.
Last weekend, a friend and I decided to wind down after a hard week’s work somewhere in Westlands. And when I say ‘wind down’, I urge you not to imagine your kind of winding down, you know, something elaborate and over the top that will be worth talking about days later. You will see why.
We got there a few minutes to 7pm and automatically headed to a quiet non-happening corner where the music would not burst our ear drums. It would later occur to me that a decade ago, I would have made a beeline to the most crowded section, completely unbothered by the ear-splitting ‘noise’ masquerading as music, spewing forth from the humongous speakers.
