Bringin in the New Year with a bang?

So just to give a quick little update about the blog, some of these posts might be a little bland as far as pictures go, but they will be coming soon. Since we've been in India we have been taking a lot of pictures but they are scattered in many cameras and will be uploaded soon...
Well we're here in India, Drake and I were thinking that celebrating New Year's in India might be pretty fun. There's bound to be some fun party to hit up and bring the New Year in right. Steve and Carol recommended a friend of their's, they also live here at the Aralias and apparently had a bunch of family in for the holidays. Carol even said that they had some cute nieces or cousins that were our age. Sounds good to us, so we decided to go cruise over and check it out.
Since we had never met them before Steve took us over to first make the introduction and then leave us there. Steve and Carol weren't going to stay up. So we knock on the door and Serge (Steve's friend) answers the door like this: (in a whisper mind you)"hey guys, happy new year, come on in." First hint that its not a hopping party, the guy answered the door whispering, WHISPERING, its a New Year's Party and he's whispering, this is going to be fun.
So Steve makes the introduction and leaves us. We walk in to find the rest of the family playing uno, they had just finished their last hand so we were just in time to be dealt in to the next game. Don't worry we've got Uno, not all hope is lost. The family the was in from out of town were all from Colombia which was cool because I got to use my Spanish and recycle my 3 hit jokes that know. They always get a laugh, if not genuine at least I'll get a few courtesy laughs anyway.
Oh yeah, and Carol wasn't lying about the cute girls, well she wasn't lying about the cute part anyway. Then there was the part about the age....Laura, super cute, was about 11 years old, and ______ (forgetting name right now but will fill in later) was I'm guess around 14, thanks Carol. So if you haven't guess by now I'll just tell you that there was no New Year's kiss, darn it, maybe next year.
After winning our game of Uno, cough cough thank you, we got up for the count down and did what they told us to be a south american tradition. We all counted out 12 grapes and when we got to 12 seconds til, you're supposed to eat a grape every second and have a wish for each of the grapes you eat. So not only did we arrive at a New Year's party greeted with a whisper but even when it came time to yell "Happy New Year" nobody did because we all had a mouth full of grapes. Hmmmm. We had a good time though.
After, Drake and I cruised down to the party down at the club house that the Aralias was putting on, maybe there we can grab some good food or something. So we get there and they ask us if we're guests and we let them know which flat we're from. Then they tell us that the buffet had just closed and we said that that was fine we just wanted to check out what was going on. Turned out the buffet was still very much serving so we thought we'd grab a quick plate before they started tossing the stuff. They had some gruuuuubb dishes. So now that I have as many dishes that I can fit on my plate one of the party managers informs us that buffet wasn't free. Well when we first arrived Carol and Steve told us that if we ever ate down at the restaurant to just sign for it. So we tell them "ok, that's fine, we'll just sign for it." So he brings me the bill and it comes to a total of 4,000 rupees for the two of us (that's about $40 a plate just in case you're not up to date with your U.S. dollars to Indian rupees current exchange). And by that time we had already starting eating, oops. The guy didn't really believe us that we were legit guests either. He kept on coming back to the table questioning us who we were. He even called our flat and woke up Carol and Steve to make sure we were really their guests. I think the real reason was the fact that Drake and I weren't really dressed for the occasion...jeans and flannels weren't really fitting in too much, the beards didn't add too well either.
So we got our fill and hit up the dessert table and did our best to get our money's worth before we bounced. On our way out we were walking by a flat that did have a legit party going on....loud music, strobe lights, lots of people, none of which were whispering. So we thought we'd just walk by and maybe someone would invite us in. Being white Americans here in India we do stand out and are often times somewhat of a celebrity so we thought an invite would likely happen. But nope...nothing. Even as we walked by the 2PAC song "California Love" featuring Dr. Dre was playing...."California....knows how to party, Califoria...knows how to party." I mean how perfect can it get, two California boys walking by a hopping Indian New Year's party right when "California Love" is playing, invite 'em up I say. Nope, nothing, so instead of "...keep it rockin" it was more like "...keep on walkin."
Happy New Year everyone! 2011 BABY!