heaven in the afternoon, hell in the evening

Yesterday afternoon was blissful at the lunch, good food, good intentions, good company.
A few hours later it was hell. I hired a rickshaw driver from Green Leaf dinner to go to the Yogi Evening party. He spoke little English and I didn't have the address just a location of Tina's where it was near. So we drove around for over an hour stopping at different locations trying to find a Indian who spoke good english and knew of the yoga scene in Mysore. Finally he raised the fee up nearly double and I paid a little less because was it his fault for saying he knew where it was or was it mine because I didn't have the address handy?
Finally I got out at Kevin's another hang out place and he told me we were at Tina's. I hired another rick who agreed to 10 rupees, but once I got to the party location he demanded 30 ruppes. I paid 11 ruppes. Ahhh
At the pary 2 hours later and already physically exhausted from long day and early morning sore muscle body, downstairs was a dj playing dance and techno music, tray of dates, everyone gathered upstairs where there were candles illumanating set up with different sacred locations. I sat next to a professional photographer who lost his camera. He was from South Korea and spoke broken English. I had a few masla spice chips and some warm popcorn, some mingled like any other party, some drank booze in moderation of course. I went on the rooftop to spend some queit time to myself in front of this Buddha that I took a photo of. It was nice to practice shamata in a under populated area of the roof to ground me from the frustrating rickshaw ordeal of lost in translation communication and getting lost. I walked home and passed out soon after.