Sajha Extravaganza ý Encore, 04
The DC metro area felt the first stirrings on Thursday night as sajhaites stirred the somnolent evening air with their nifty dance moves at a certain night spot.
The denizens of the region were greeted first thing next day by these new vibrations still hanging in the air. Strange stirrings were felt, traffic backed up and eager glances were cast. Stuffed shirts rolled down windows and asked of drivers doing the Beltway crawl alongside: Whatýs happening? Whoýs in town?
Not since the former Evil Empireýs spooks trained their laser sights on the Oval office had the White Houseýs window vibration meters gone into overdriveý
The San Effect had begun.
To escape the hordes certain to go berserk and bring the Centre of the Universe to a crashing halt, the lads beat a strategic retreat to Ocean City. The salt spray and distance, they reckoned, would dampen their potent charm and allow civilization to proceed on its predictable path. For that day, anyway. That one selfless act alone single-handedly ensured the earth didnýt spin off its axis.
Come evening, the intrepid travelers boarded the Yankee Zephyr and zoomed back into town. With Captain Courageous at the wheel, aka Ax bro, they made record time back. Leaving snoozing State Police and speed traps in their wake. To arrive back in northern VA for an evening of revelry, camaraderie, late supper and excellent renditions of Eaglesý numbers to Lekali hey heyýýýýý
Roll Credits.
The Cast of Characters, in no fixed order:
Shaq: a slim framed, live wire. A talking, dancing, pool playing, ball of fire. With an eye for the ladies and taste for fast cars, he was the gracious and generous host who made the entire affair happen. From car pool duty to pool table specialist, he was the 1100 Volts that kept it all jumping.
San: Card playing, dancing dervish aflame with Saturday Night Fever, a fever that was highly contagious and engulfed anyone with XX chromosomes. From cocktail waitresses to gorgeous restaurant patrons, they collapsed into helpless curves of feminity into his arms ever ready to catch em lest they fall andý. Damage expensive eyeliners and manicured cuticles! Mama mia! They were San-IT-ized!
Trikal ý Belts out soulful tunes and real-time lyrics of escapades as they occurred. Saturnine and often inscrutable to smoke spewing dance-meister, from spewing your past and future in the same breath, this complex character held all in his magnetic grip. None could escape his enigmatic gaze. I repeat, if you want to keep secrets around him, wear a mask, hat, gloves and double layer socks! One square inch of exposed flesh and he reads you like a book.
AX ý from setting land speed records on I 95 to playing pool like he was born with a cue in his hand, this solid character is simplicity and generous nature second to none. A cheery smile and a thoughtful gift for all he met, a sports enthusiast and gentleman of the first order.
Rusty ý a tenor with a timbre that set a certain pulse or two racing [malainii paan paraaaaag areyy ko kos ley ni hau, aaaanchhhhh] a fun loving, ghazal singing, poetic soul. And an equally sensitive tummy!
Meddle ý the lost philosopher, chef de cuisine par excellence. The man who whipped up finger-licking good chicken biryani at midnight, played Pink Floyd to soothe the soul, then, for a final act, engaged in grey-cell fusing philosophical discussions.
DC Keto- all round cool dude sans the attitude, IT guru, thinker and pragmatic soul. He measures you with his mind, hits the high notes on Take it Eaaaaaaasy, keeps a benevolent eye on the youngsters lest they get in over their heads.
ýHe roller-coaster he got early warning
He got muddy water he one mojo filter
He say "One and one and one is three"
Got to be good-looking 'cause he's so hard to see
Come together right now over meý
In the words of the Beatles, Come togetherýright now..at the Shark Club..so said the blurb.
The throbbing music was about to enter oneýs veins and take charge of tapping toes.
The main event on Saturday evening was to beginý.yet events were unfolding in the interlude leading up to thisýý
In the words of the Governator, Iýll Be Back!>
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