- Late arrival -

Finally, an appreciation that a good time can be derived despite the lack of alcohol, RnB beats and migraine-inducing flashlights. An evening of hopping on the same spot and nodding as if in agreement to the gospel as interpreted by the musical geniuses of EIC and Electrico was followed by a fortuitous encounter, and a 6-hour chat ensued.

It is an unspoken rule, a code that is not articulated but nevertheless strictly adhered to by tacit agreement, that no good concert should end at 1130pm. If, for some inexplicable reason, one should actually happen to, then in true University fashion, supper must surely follow closely behind, with the relative comforts of a Prata joint proving a popular choice among many.

So it was that one such shop came to find itself more than acquainted with 5 bored souls (not the most advisable choice of words, given the context of the conversation that passed between their lips between certain hours of the night). To its chagrin, the shop was treated to 5 happy campers who parked themselves near a tree and proceeded to reminisce/discuss certain sensitive issues, and the lady who closed the store at 2 hours past midnight that night must have been quite perturbed to find us still sitting there when she came to open it 4 hours later.

The most amusing part of it all? The issues tabled at the summit were confabulated by 2 chaps who'd not met in 2 years and who proved to be the common link of the group, 2 others who were new to me but more than forthcoming on their insights with regard to nearly everything, and a lady who chose to speak softly and carry a big stick.

You meet the weirdest people in the strangest places.