life's little escapades

we decided we really needed a girls only night out.

freewheeling conversations, delirious giggles and random life tips and gossip exchanged over a good drink, with not a glance over the ticking clock, ah...joy unlimited. so about two weeks back, we showered it upon ourselves.

husbands gently reminded - the last tube services were till half past midnight; and then smugly added - beyond that none of them would budge from their slumbers if we were to buzz them for a ride back!

then, off we went...apparently on en endless night. our first stop was at the roadside waffle corner on Bond Street. it's the kind of thrill a drooly, tangy pani-puri can give you when gobbled on the streets of Bengalooru, both have theraperutic effects. Absolute Ice Bar, on a wintery night, seemed like a whacky idea but a must-do. our brains were probably frozen even before we entered the -5 degree ice chambers in the bar, but hearts really really warm. donning the huge capes, slipping on the oversized gloves, and entering the icy walls for a moment made me feel like an eskimo. so this is how it feels like to live in an igloo, i thought, as i gingerly placed my butt on the ice-chair. R tried licking the ice-wall, and images of a certain scene from Dumb&Dumber danced before my imagination.

vodka was the house-special, guava juice for a certain me. all served in a tiny glass, again made of ice. 45 mns was the time slot given to us, but in 25, our toes felt numb, our finger tips began to ache, and the chill was hitting our bones. we ran out, to file around the solitary candle outside in the restaurant...literally placing our fingers on the flame.

from the watering hole, dizzy with glee, walked five women, to the streets of piccadilly and soho...hunting for that tiny italian joint i was so sure was there about 8 months ago. in its place now stood a gay bar! we scooted, we were out on a night out, but were not quite in the mood for an adventure. walking aimlessly, we reached leicester square, where another italian hole beckoned. tummies filled, and feeling quite like the stuffed python, we then headed to the nearest Ben & Jerrys. an evening like this has to be capped with chocolate!

all the food, laughter and joy led to midnight, and we knew it was time to hit the nearest tube station. if there's one thing i love about london, it's the convenience and safety it provides to women travelling at night.

warm, happy, and a deep sense of gratitude for this beautiful thing called friendship...that's what quality time spent with girl-friends lead to. and i feel blessed to have found those special bonds at each and every stage in life. blissfully blessed. :)