Two Lists and the Story of Grape Juice Corner

first, a couple of lists.
THINGS WE ARE GLAD WE HAVE:
our sunny roof for tea in the mornings, drying clothes in the afternoons, and more tea in the evenings

our speakers (which we bought from a panasonic store for about $15, yet another gut-busting story)

our new indian tunics/scarves/general garb from the wonderful FabIndia

Big Bazaar (curse them forever, they have EVERYTHING we need!)

Ashtanga

the post-class chai, fruit, and general super-happy buzz

the feeling of authority that comes with successfully dealing with autorickshaw drivers (waving them past, bargaining...)

yoga, yoga, yoga, sweat, breath, sun, each other, the whole deal

seeing animals (except sick dogs which is always heartbreaking, and cockroaches which are not animals and are revolting ever-living critter-creatures): elephants at mysore palace, monkeys with their babies latched onto their bellies waiting to cross the street, cows cows cows COWS EVERYWHERE

THINGS WE WISH WE HAD:
a fridge (cereal with straight-up room temperature milk is so much more unsatisfying than one might expect)

grainy bread (it's all wonder-white)

injury-free bodies (ashtanga doesn't help, but we push ourselves every day anyway)

expert scarf technique (think nigel tufnel trying to make sense of his craft services cold cuts in spinal tap)

good cheese (we have a wine-fruit-cheese-bread picnic planned for when we get back)



THE STORY OF GRAPE JUICE CORNER

There is a shop a few blocks away from our apartment. Grape Juice Corner. This is the hot spot for all the manly men in our 'hood. The first time we went, we were unable and unwilling to penetrate the thick wall of indian men chillin' with their grape juice. We were in yoga garb (tight) and were being stared at from hundreds of feet away, so decided to try again another time, returning to our humble abode wondering aloud, "what's the deal with grape juice corner right now?"
Apparently, grape juice corner is always like that and grape juice is SERIOUS STUFF AND VERY MANLY SO DON'T MESS WITH THE GRAPE JUICE MEN!

These men enjoy their juice, and there is nary a female to be found. We tried the stuff, and it's straight up from concentrate. Every time we pass by we are ogled, which isn't anything new, but there's something about the fact that it's a grape juice shop that just cracks us up every damn time. We're not sure what makes Grape Juice Corner such a hotbed of testosteroney interaction, but it is what it is. "Hey man, meet me at grape juice corner. Yeah, we're gonna get us some JUICE."

reasons it may be more "manly" than other types of juice:
*dark
*resembles wine
*....dark?