Of Mojitos and Stellas

Last Monday the whole of Aditi UK team was to meet up for dinner - not an ordinary affair because we were to have dinner with the CEO, Paddy. And 'whole of Aditi UK' boils down to 7-8 people. This was my second dinner with the CEO, the first one during my fresher days with the ex-CEO Mr. Pradeep Singh. The first dinner was in the pompous, overtly formal Bangalore club. This time round the venue was less imposing, it was the Zenzer retaurant in a golf course. Was I excited? You bet, it's not everyday that one sits down for a dinner with the CEO. But then in a company like Aditi it is not very uncommon either.

I had done my homework before I left for the venue, did not want to look like a fool when the menu was handed out and as soon as the menu was handed over, I said '1 Mojito, please'. Now, this is not a drink that I am familiar with(except for all the good things I heard about it from my friends) - but with the confidence of a seasoned cocktail drinker(is it even a word) I ordered. The rest of my homework went waste because the starters was pre-decided and there was no main-course to be had. Anyways, the drink arrived and all I could taste was mint and lime - where was the rum I wondered. But by the time I finished the drink I could feel the rum though i could not taste it :)

Well there is not much to write about the talks we had, except for how accounts were growing and company was doing well and how the mouse ran up the clock and so on.. It was not really as bad as that, it was quite interesting, but not the kind of nonsensical stuff that warrants an entry in my blog. After Mojito it was Stella who was my second mate for the night - a tall fizzy Stella. A litle more chit-chat, a few sips and my drink was over. And it was also time to leave, the CEO, VP and AM called it a night while the rest of us mere mortals stayed back for another glass of Stella. The Stellas were soon had and it was time to pay heed to the now throbbing-in-pain bladders.

1 Mojito and 2 Stellas were not enough for my mates and upon their insistence I decided to go to a pub for another drink. Braving the London cold and rain we walked on till we reached a pub in Harrow-on-the-hill. One Heineken and 30 mins of nonsense later we called it a day. The very eventful night ended with me throwing up and then sleeping like a baby, i say baby because I woke up as many times as a baby would do to refuel my dehydrated body. Puffy-eyed I went to work the next day and settled down to the monotony of work. Hic Hic..