पार्टी थ्यो दाई ---------------- "भोली बिदा छ, पार्टी गर्ने हैन त केटा हो आज?". The voice was real enough to make my eyes open. It was already dusk and I thought it would not be a bad idea since I was free for next 36 hrs. after realizing that my dish washing duty in campus cafeteria was on halt due to possibility of heavy snowfall that evening. And, I immediately remembered myself concluding my final remark in that farewell party in Nepal ‘अब अर्को पटक चाइ उतै गएर लडौनि हो’. So, it was my ultimate chance to turn that vow into reality. "अरु लाई नी आउन दे न एक्कै छिन ", I was already amused by the proposal itself. The rest was up to my other good fellas. Within next half hrs, all the delegates aka my roomies upon their arrival made a final seal in agreement with no possibility of veto whatsoever. However, the guy A seemed little worried, “मैले त नेपालमा नी लड़ा छैन.....”. "च्याउ खा छस् ?", guy C pulled him over before he could complete his sentence. He assured guy A that taste of beer is somewhat similar to that of Mushroom when tasted for the first time by any novice drinker as if he had already mastered that whole culinary thing. “तेसै पनी अम्रिकन बियर मा लेख्न लाई मत्तै हाल्या हुन्छ अल्कोल “, guy D also uttered his ‘Bhatti’ experience of his ‘Chhyang’ days supporting guy C. But the beer store does not open on Sundays. "के गर्ने?", Guy B spoke the bitter reality of that half Mormon town. Already excited, I was in no position to ruin the party. "मैले देख्या छु एक ठाम, स्टोर नंबर नी था छ मलाई ", I tried to subdue the sudden melancholy boasting my expertise as if this was my second time coming to US. But at the same time, I was little nervous due to my dubious claim which would further ruin my credibility had I came out wrong............continue........ Last edited: 26-Oct-14 03:02 PM