LI­CENSE TO SPILL

Cosmopolitan (India) - - CONFESSIONS -

“My girl­friend in­vited me to her par­ents’ house for a party they had or­gan­ised. Her par­ents had in­vited a bunch of their friends and fam­ily mem­bers too, and the ta­bles were all so well dec­o­rated with flow­ers on a white table­cloth and pitch­ers of san­grias. Once ev­ery­one sat down, we all started talk­ing and laugh­ing, and things started to get rowdy. I started to tell a funny story about work, but I guess I got too an­i­mated when telling it, be­cause I reached out my arms in a dra­matic mo­ment and knocked over the en­tire ta­ble. All the san­gria and food spilled every­where. The worst part? I wasn’t even drunk yet! But I was mor­ti­fied be­cause ev­ery­one thought I was.” —Gau­rav Arora, 29

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