like i absolutely hate it when people dont wait to see if someone is coming out of the elevator before they rush in. i get it, youre in a hurry, you dont want to wait and you assume that you are the only person in the office that pushed the elevator button. because we dont share the office with what, 100 other people? its a 2 story building! if youre in that much of a hurry, take the stairs! or how if i go to the grocery store/drive thru and the cashier or whoever says "have a nice day" i will really be mad at myself later if i dont say "thanks. you too!" (seriously, i feel like such an ass!) anyways, thats not the point... what i meant to start this post about is the days that have shaped the life of one vishal a. naik. the plan here is for this to be a recurring theme, so here we go, life-changing event #1!so about 3 years ago, the parentals went off to india, and my brother still lived in new york, so the casa de naik down in lovely san diego was all empty. at the time i had no job, or well, other reason to even get out of bed in the morning, so i decided on party #1 down in santaluz. the plan.. get a keg, and watch the elite 8 game between ucla and memphis. ucla had just finished off one of the greatest games in recent ncaa tournament history by beating gonzaga in the sweet 16, so brian and i were feeling pretty good.
ali and julius were just there to drink. caroline was there because at the time she had no choice, she was kinda just kidnapped, thrown in the car, and forced to attend. rob and cathy came because they lived in san diego so why not. michelle came later on in the night. it was a pretty stellar kick back, if i do say so myself. we had a nice keg sized keg of miller lite in the garage, which was to be the main drink of the night. i believe one caroline kim was not feeling beer that night and she went for the hard alcohol. being 22 at the time, jagermeister was a natural choice for the host (me) to bring out. michelle came later, and brought bottle #2 of jager. all told the night ended with brian coming up with "two times" many many beer bongs, brian yelling "boom bitch" at anyone he knocked down in fight night, and 2 bottles of jager and 2/3 of a keg finished. not bad work for 8 people.so a week or so later, im off hanging with some college friends, and diane gerry
asks me how the party went, since she was unable to attend--if you dont know diane, and you probably dont, she's the beautiful girl off to the right--> one of my closest friends from college and she also lives in san diego. i explained that it was fun and that we finished a lot of beer and 2 bottles of jager. do you know what ms. gerry, as her students now affectionately call her (she's a teacher now), had to say? "you didnt get a stomach ache?? jager always messes with my stomach the next day" and my response: "nope. all was well" i really didnt know what she was saying.. jager never gave me a stomach ache. i heart jager! .... or so i did. because there came the end. like a big steel door slamming shut. that was the last time. now, it doesnt matter how much i drink, if one of those drinks has any jager in it, my stomach will be a mess the next day. i could have an array of beer, shots, and mixed drinks and all will be ok, but if one jager bomb slips in the mix. oh dear. thats all i really need to say.. or i could only have one drink. dont matter. tomorrow will equal no bueno. so there it was. the day diane gerry went and killed what had been a good friend of mine. i can never look at jager the same. we used to be so close, but now, all i see is pain. what happened jager? where did we go wrong? why does it have to be this way? i dont know. i. do. not. know. but what i do know is that all was well before diane came along. i know it was you, diane, you broke my heart. you broke my heart..(its ok tho, i still got plenty of love for you, di)
