So you are going to do an assisted Group arrival tonight Vishal!! Oh great I said. Over the past couple of weeks I had made my share of friends, mostly people whom I was able to communicate with or as I at that time liked to call, those who were chilled out like me.
Two of them became good friends and we are still friends 23+ years later.
So Rahul briefed me how I was to assist him with this Transfer and what all I needed to know. Prior to going for the transfer we had a Birthday Party to attend of another colleague. He was known to throw swell parties so there was no way we were going to miss it.
Reached before everyone else as we had to leave early as well, and there was no way we were going to miss out on our quota of Drinks. By the time the party actually warmed up we were in our own world and didn't care what the other had to say. After probably ensuring that we would never get invited to this guys parties, having driven half of the girls there crazy we had to leave. I guess the Host also must have breathed a sigh of relief.. However he hadn't yet seen his birthday cake which we had already vandalized and that prompted that on Monday he was so mad at us.
"Drunk as Skunk" we reached the Claridges Hotel where the group used to stay and parked the Bike and boarded the bus for the Arrival transfer. By this time the reality had set in that we need to behave responsibly else we would seriously mess up the Arrival.
This perhaps was one of the best arrival transfer that we did together. Rahul did the Paging in a Sing Song manner and I was busy flirting with all the Girls out there, not a worry in the world. En-route to the Hotel the Welcome speech that we gave probably made the Group feel like Royalty but then it all came from the heart.
When we had completed the check in formalities and were wondering what to do next at 0300 in the morning, the front office manager came with a Key to the Suite and said, guys you sleep here itself as you both would probably would end up somewhere drinking otherwise or worse in a ditch.
What friends and caring people we had in those days. Today its all professionalism and not Personal. Where have those days gone??
Two of them became good friends and we are still friends 23+ years later.
So Rahul briefed me how I was to assist him with this Transfer and what all I needed to know. Prior to going for the transfer we had a Birthday Party to attend of another colleague. He was known to throw swell parties so there was no way we were going to miss it.
Reached before everyone else as we had to leave early as well, and there was no way we were going to miss out on our quota of Drinks. By the time the party actually warmed up we were in our own world and didn't care what the other had to say. After probably ensuring that we would never get invited to this guys parties, having driven half of the girls there crazy we had to leave. I guess the Host also must have breathed a sigh of relief.. However he hadn't yet seen his birthday cake which we had already vandalized and that prompted that on Monday he was so mad at us.
"Drunk as Skunk" we reached the Claridges Hotel where the group used to stay and parked the Bike and boarded the bus for the Arrival transfer. By this time the reality had set in that we need to behave responsibly else we would seriously mess up the Arrival.
This perhaps was one of the best arrival transfer that we did together. Rahul did the Paging in a Sing Song manner and I was busy flirting with all the Girls out there, not a worry in the world. En-route to the Hotel the Welcome speech that we gave probably made the Group feel like Royalty but then it all came from the heart.
When we had completed the check in formalities and were wondering what to do next at 0300 in the morning, the front office manager came with a Key to the Suite and said, guys you sleep here itself as you both would probably would end up somewhere drinking otherwise or worse in a ditch.
What friends and caring people we had in those days. Today its all professionalism and not Personal. Where have those days gone??
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