big ups to dr. h for giving a brother a shout and dropping some sick beats last nite!
last nite me and shifty and shady hit up a restaurant/lounge in silverlake last nite called tantra. evidently there's a weekly d-n-b joint going off there and the lure of hearing dr. h spin plates was enough to motivate this boy to get up on the good foot and shake the bad one. i got to admit that i loved the spot the moment i walked in, there were huge silk lamps hanging from the ceiling, the holy trinity on tap (newcastle, bass, and guiness), and plasma flat screen monitors showing an old b&w bollywood film with a sequined sari-sporting hottie that did the shake-shake-shake oh so nicely during song and dance numbers.
i was sitting down, sipping a pint, when i noticed that two sikh gentleman were sitting next to me feasting on the most fragrant lamb chops i've ever beheld. i ask them what they're eating, one guy starts waving his hands, and before you cay say "new delhi is mighty smelly" my boys are looking at plates of hot naan, lamb curry, and this incredible potato and ginger dish. turns out that the guy i'm sitting next to is mr. singh, the owner. he explains to us that in his culture, it is customary to share one's food if your neighbor doesn't have anything to eat. shady chimes in that it's customary in korean culture to toast your elders so we start tipping our glasses and enjoying our fabulous nosh.
it's not long till we're joined by mr. singh's friend, a single malt scot named jeffrey who toasts everything from my "good sco 'ish name" to the cute junglist girls working it out on the dance floor. jeffrey went from gripping his three fingers of balvenie to slapping me on the back talking about god knows what and back to his drink. it was like the movie trainspotting when renton and his boys are talking to eachother in the club with all that loud techno in the background. but without the subtitles so i couldn't understand shit. well there was the occaisional "oy!" and "wanker" that i picked up on...
shady admited to not been dancing in a while so i threw down the gauntlet and challenged him to a good old fashioned battle. he brought the liquid fireball and i brought the drunken master. in the end neither of us won because work was calling the next morning. there's nothing quite like the reality wedgie that working life will give you when you're out having fun at 1 am.
last nite me and shifty and shady hit up a restaurant/lounge in silverlake last nite called tantra. evidently there's a weekly d-n-b joint going off there and the lure of hearing dr. h spin plates was enough to motivate this boy to get up on the good foot and shake the bad one. i got to admit that i loved the spot the moment i walked in, there were huge silk lamps hanging from the ceiling, the holy trinity on tap (newcastle, bass, and guiness), and plasma flat screen monitors showing an old b&w bollywood film with a sequined sari-sporting hottie that did the shake-shake-shake oh so nicely during song and dance numbers.
i was sitting down, sipping a pint, when i noticed that two sikh gentleman were sitting next to me feasting on the most fragrant lamb chops i've ever beheld. i ask them what they're eating, one guy starts waving his hands, and before you cay say "new delhi is mighty smelly" my boys are looking at plates of hot naan, lamb curry, and this incredible potato and ginger dish. turns out that the guy i'm sitting next to is mr. singh, the owner. he explains to us that in his culture, it is customary to share one's food if your neighbor doesn't have anything to eat. shady chimes in that it's customary in korean culture to toast your elders so we start tipping our glasses and enjoying our fabulous nosh.
it's not long till we're joined by mr. singh's friend, a single malt scot named jeffrey who toasts everything from my "good sco 'ish name" to the cute junglist girls working it out on the dance floor. jeffrey went from gripping his three fingers of balvenie to slapping me on the back talking about god knows what and back to his drink. it was like the movie trainspotting when renton and his boys are talking to eachother in the club with all that loud techno in the background. but without the subtitles so i couldn't understand shit. well there was the occaisional "oy!" and "wanker" that i picked up on...
shady admited to not been dancing in a while so i threw down the gauntlet and challenged him to a good old fashioned battle. he brought the liquid fireball and i brought the drunken master. in the end neither of us won because work was calling the next morning. there's nothing quite like the reality wedgie that working life will give you when you're out having fun at 1 am.
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very glad to hear it.
xo
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