Ice Cream Social Night II

Hi

Well, it was only a matter of time before we had another Game & Ice Cream Social Night. It was almost a year ago that we had the first one (see previous blog entry). Just like last year's this, too, was also prompted by Fahad (aka Mo, aka Masood) and was perhaps more of a success than last year's hit. For starters, the dessert hook up was murdered with Summy Huck's creation of DBC (that's death by chocolate, for the ignant). Just marvel at this picture, folks. Can you not taste this? Ok, now do it! (Sorry, the remnants of Fahad and Pac-isms are still strong from last night.)


Not to be outdone, Fahad also brought something to the table. His creation was a pistachio banana cake. It was really good, however, I think this is something that should be included for Chai Nights, which in a few years we will probably have as we continue down the track of uncledom. Or perhaps we should avoid this very desi dessert in light of having ice cream sundaes and DBC? Just a thought, Fahad. No disrespect to your phenom cooking and do-ing abilities.

Anyway, the night started off with a, well, bang, I guess. As Sami, Fahad, Ali, and I had finished praying maghrib, we noticed some chick parked outside of the house dawning inappropriate attire. Immediately I thought to myself, Isn't the bachelor party next weekend? (Just kidding, Miss You-Kn0w-Who-You-Are...) This chick was clearly lost, but even still approached my crib and was about to ring the bell. Right before ringing the bell, however, she must have somehow got a peak inside of the house before ringing the doorbell (probably saw a buncha brown guys) and immediately retreated back to her car where she finally drove down the cul-de-sac and parked a few houses away. She was Chapti, so it was safe to assume that she was probably suppose to meet up with Farooq and simply went to another house as a cover-up. (This would also give credence as to why Farooq was in such a rush to leave.)

Soon after this brief escapade and an event which called for Masood and me to walk outside of the house hand-in-hand (you had to be there to appreciate it), Tariq graced us with his presence and the gaming festivities soon began. We should note, however, that Tariq did insert his own little caveat for attending. With a concerned or perhaps defeated look, he murmured, "Let's go. Let's play right now because I have to leave soon."

"What do you mean by that?" I politely inquired.

"My wife is going to kill me for coming to this" Tariq replied. At this juncture, I would normally go on-and-on about how he needs to grow a backbone, but being engaged, I empathized and obligingly turned on the 360.

Soon, others followed and came throughout the lands of Chicago. Some as far as 500 feet across the street (Baseer) and others all the way from the north side of the city (Awais, who came promptly at 1 am). Other notable attendees included SIM (aka Simbo Slice, aka Hitch, aka Slayer of Madden) and Irfan. We should all note that Irfan did not completely berate me as per his norm is. He did scream and shout when I attempted to take my shirt off, but other than that, Irfan and I actually conversed pleasantly at times. Except for that time where he criticized me for not helping Fahad with MK or how he...Hmm. Ok, maybe it was the same old Irfan I am used to. But he did let me bear hug him as I forced him, no, not to do me, but to sit down when he tried to escape my crib at 1 am.

Oh, and Farooq was in attendance, too. He brought his wii with him and so not only did we have the 360 in full force, but also wii tennis and wii mario kart, which is, in a word, phenom. Anyway, I was fully expecting Farooq to either 1) go meet up with the shady chapti chick a few houses away, 2) come at 2am and fall asleep on my couch, or 3) drop off the wii and head to Northbrook where he would have a nice quiet Saturday evening at his executive offices at Allstate. Much to my surprise, he didn't do any of the three (to my knowledge at least).

Oh, and how can I possibly leave out the bhangra? With a dhol in one hand, Baseer, Fahad, and me tore up the living room rug with some Balle Balle moments that just might make a return come mehndi time. I was honored that all the guys there at the time volunteered to be a part of a dance. Little do they know that I will hold them to this now. Now here's a pic to take with you for a long time. While you may not notice it straight away, please note Baseer's excellent form. Well done, Baseer. You'd make a good Punjabi.

Nach!!

And so one of the other features of the evening had to be a much anticipated and hyped match-up between two all-star Madden players: Sim and Awais. Most of us except Baseer & Fahad waited for Awais' 1 am arrival so that they could at least get a glimpse of the game. When it started, it was a battle of two great defensive minds. And when it ended, it was a bloody massacre the SIM the Slayer ended up winning. I think the final score may have been 52-7. Ouch. So much for the hype. I'm not quite sure if SIM will ever come again to an ice cream social & game night since Awais was one of the better talents we had to offer him. But in Awais' defense, he does prefer a PS2 interface and SIM is ranked like 300 on Xbox Live. (We purposely failed to mention that to Awais, by the way.)

After that match-up, it was 3am and SIM and Awais were the last two standing at the party. Sim left shortly after the absolute and total destruction of Awais (sorry to really bring that point home, Awais) and Awais stayed for another couple hours where we just hung out and made fun of everyone that left. Just kidding, folks. Anyway, I don't know how I'm not still asleep, but I do these things for the legion of fans. You know who you are. (And, if you do, can you please identify yourselves to me? Please?)

MAD JZK to all those who came through and made it a good night.
Until next time, save your sweet tooth and bring your game!


(Oh, Sami, don't think I didn't notice that you sneaked away with your dbc! Jerk!)


Cheers