Sorry, its been a while again...
My excuse? F*cking chores. Seriously, not imposed by anyone but myself and it always seems there's something left to do. Argh.
Anyway, so, what's happened since last time...
Oh yes, Tutus and Tiaras! (Picture included). It was freezing in my little joggers, boa and stifling hot under that mask. No, I did not get the outfit wrong, I couldn't find a tutu to fit the morning of the fun run / walk, so I improvised. Don't you think its kickass? hahahahaha - my favourite pastime, making an ass of myself for laughs (well, I have a few others, but... wait, maybe I'll make a list later :))
So, as I was freezing my toit, sexy ass off, I decided to run from the start with my favourite Monster, but I think I jogged for less that 10 minutes. There I was, thinking, you know, I have been training with a personal trainer for three months, I'm definitely fitter than I once was, and then the body gave me a wake up call: "Bitch, we're still recovering from flu, sit yo' ass down before you kill us both!"
I proceeded to walk and wait for the Young One to catch up to me. From that point, it was a competition between me, the Young One, Anti-B and his Foxy Lady to see who stops jogging first. The mask was trez annoying, but part of the outfit. I turned my ankle twice because I couldn't see my feet - lol.
Reaching the "establishments" part of the run (read Beach Boulevard bars) it became tougher. With the hooting and comments coming from said "establishments" you did NOT want to stop running. At this stage, we had also received our very appreciated Standard Bank water bottles. Running past a biker bar (I forget the name), we actually sped up, but Anti-B's Foxy Lady decided to take it slower from there, to which I urged her to "Keep running, they go for the weakest member of the pack". Laughing, she picked up the pace once more.
The Young One kept complaining that she couldn't go as slow as I was, I told her its cause her legs are longer and she needs to shorten her stride. This bantering went on for a while, amidst the huffing and puffing (from my side, mostly).
I eventually finished 2nd woman, 4th all-round, but the depressing part is, the members who decided to walk the distance took only 15 minutes longer than I did to finish the race. Its so very wrong.
Our finish line was the extremely cool Banned Rock Lounge on Marine Circle, and at which, at 16:00 on a Saturday afternoon, I was nodding my head to some heady and heavy music - extremely cool. Unfortunately I missed the burlesque dance, as the Not-So-Ex and I were hosting a braai for some of the runners and the chick from the coolest flatmates ever, Anti-B, the Not-So-Ex and I had decided to play a game of magic.
The Not-So-Ex had just put the meat on the fire when it started drizzling - first time we braaied under an umbrella. I played one game, think I had two beers and then, literally, couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. I'm not sure exactly how early I was in bed, but yeah, Rockstar, in my case, is a mindset only. :)
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Friday, April 20, 2012
Aging rockstar
So, I was "katjie van die baan" last weekend, come Tuesday, the flu had me flat on my back. It is now Friday and I'm only just surfacing. Not fun at all.
Friday night started raucously, as per usual. I invited Monster and The Young One over for dinner (I don't know, somehow I really enjoy cooking for friends, but not so much just for me and the Not-so-Ex?), which was a lovely Caribbean fish curry - awesomeness. Tequila Tart joined us as well, as well as Long Lost Friend and brother. Savannahs, Amstels, Windhoeks and MUCH RED WINE was partaken in before waltzing off to Mercury. To be seduced by the vocals of Michelle Breeze - amazingness.
Truth be told, many of the songs flowed into one another for me (not knowing them that well) but I had goosebumps none the less, and stood fascinated, watching the stage for their entire spellbinding performance.
Afterwards, there was much fun to be had at the bar with friends - Jagermeister won again. Finally, I bummed a lift with two of Tequila Tart's friends, as everyone else was obviously going to party much later than I intended to, seeing as I needed my beauty sleep for the next night's show.
Woke up with an almightly head ache which was SO NOT justified by the amount of alcohol I had consumed the night before - I didn't drink as much as I had mixed my alcohol: Big mistake.
The not-so-ex and I then traipsed down to Villa Taverna for breakfast and the Stormers / Crusaders game, then returned home so I could, for one last time, practice all my toons. By then, the four Panados had started doing what they were paid to do.
Monster and The Young One fetched me at 16:00 and soundcheck was complete at 9:15 (when the doors had already opened to the venue). Monster, TDB, me and another League of Doom member wizzed off to the Monster's house to get ready - read change wardrobe and add make up.
By this time, my heart rate was doing around 160 km/h as I was about to perform on a stage for the first time in over a decade. I couldn't remember the notes I had to play on my first song (which also happened to be the first song of the set).
Anyway, we returned to the venue, got on stage and waited for the curtain to be lifted. Heartrate accelarated to 200 km/h.
Two minutes into the song, I tried my notes, the 1st ones were wrong, but still harmonised, and by the second time around - I had them. This did not decelerate the heart rate, however, all it accomplished was to make me start grooooooooooving behind that keyboard. And then I started to enjoy it.
At the end of every gig I've ever played, though, its hard to remember what happened in each song, but this time round, I do. Including the comments shouted from the audience by the female member of the coolest-flatmates-ever.
Sunday I invited the Monster and The Young One around for dinner once more - the Not-So-Ex was off to watch soccer and I did not feel like eating dinner by myself. Drank 3 glasses of wine and went to bed pissed.
By Monday afternoon, I had no voice, was coughing and had a fever.
Tuesday saw me in bed until yesterday.
Tequila Tart is doubting that I'm a rockstar.
I have to agree... :)
Friday night started raucously, as per usual. I invited Monster and The Young One over for dinner (I don't know, somehow I really enjoy cooking for friends, but not so much just for me and the Not-so-Ex?), which was a lovely Caribbean fish curry - awesomeness. Tequila Tart joined us as well, as well as Long Lost Friend and brother. Savannahs, Amstels, Windhoeks and MUCH RED WINE was partaken in before waltzing off to Mercury. To be seduced by the vocals of Michelle Breeze - amazingness.
Truth be told, many of the songs flowed into one another for me (not knowing them that well) but I had goosebumps none the less, and stood fascinated, watching the stage for their entire spellbinding performance.
Afterwards, there was much fun to be had at the bar with friends - Jagermeister won again. Finally, I bummed a lift with two of Tequila Tart's friends, as everyone else was obviously going to party much later than I intended to, seeing as I needed my beauty sleep for the next night's show.
Woke up with an almightly head ache which was SO NOT justified by the amount of alcohol I had consumed the night before - I didn't drink as much as I had mixed my alcohol: Big mistake.
The not-so-ex and I then traipsed down to Villa Taverna for breakfast and the Stormers / Crusaders game, then returned home so I could, for one last time, practice all my toons. By then, the four Panados had started doing what they were paid to do.
Monster and The Young One fetched me at 16:00 and soundcheck was complete at 9:15 (when the doors had already opened to the venue). Monster, TDB, me and another League of Doom member wizzed off to the Monster's house to get ready - read change wardrobe and add make up.
By this time, my heart rate was doing around 160 km/h as I was about to perform on a stage for the first time in over a decade. I couldn't remember the notes I had to play on my first song (which also happened to be the first song of the set).
Anyway, we returned to the venue, got on stage and waited for the curtain to be lifted. Heartrate accelarated to 200 km/h.
Two minutes into the song, I tried my notes, the 1st ones were wrong, but still harmonised, and by the second time around - I had them. This did not decelerate the heart rate, however, all it accomplished was to make me start grooooooooooving behind that keyboard. And then I started to enjoy it.
At the end of every gig I've ever played, though, its hard to remember what happened in each song, but this time round, I do. Including the comments shouted from the audience by the female member of the coolest-flatmates-ever.
Sunday I invited the Monster and The Young One around for dinner once more - the Not-So-Ex was off to watch soccer and I did not feel like eating dinner by myself. Drank 3 glasses of wine and went to bed pissed.
By Monday afternoon, I had no voice, was coughing and had a fever.
Tuesday saw me in bed until yesterday.
Tequila Tart is doubting that I'm a rockstar.
I have to agree... :)
Friday, April 13, 2012
Hello again!
I'm not even going to apologise.
I have a life - a very, very busy life, deal with it :)
Recent happenings:
Received a competent vote for stupid f*ck w*nk - but more on that later: grrrrrrr!!!
Moved back in with the not-so-ex.
Have a personal trainer.
Three times a week running (well, jogging and walking) on Devil's Peak.
Reading A Song of Ice and Fire.
Went to Ramfest!!!
Band practice (and NOT so much dinner club) twice a week for 3 weeks.
Too much food and chocolates at Easter
After hour appointments (although not so much recently).
You get the picture.
Why am I here again?
Oh, stupid f*ck w*nk. After slogging away and sacrificing three months of my life and paying the equivalent of a bad month's salary, it is NOT YET DONE!!! NO! The wonderful folks over at the Estate Agency Affairs Board, expect me to write the exam, which I wrote in 2007, again. Why, you ask? Because I did not write it in 2003. Really?!!! And, the best part is, I get to PAY for the privilege!!! Argh!
Anyway, that's in June, and no use bitching about, but F*CK I'm pissed off about it.
In happier news: the not-so-ex, being the awesome boyfriend that he is, purchased a Ramfest ticket for moi! (Couldn't afford it) and oh, Gods, it was fun. Didn't see so many bands as I just had a kickass time with the coolest flatmates ever! And it took me three days to recover, regardless of the fact I didn't even drink that much - the body, it is definitely aging now :( But still had so much fun!
About a month ago I was invited to partake in an ensemble gig - with fellow doom appreciators and musicians. It took me three weeks to be able to play one of the songs - am quite proud of that feat, I have to say. The three other songs also kicked my ass for a while, but I prevailed! This weekend I will be on stage for the first time in approximately 11 years!!! Hectic.
Also this weekend, I will be going to watch Fetish, whom I confess not to know well AT ALL! But so excited. Plus, the Monster, being the wonderful friend that he is, bought me a CD of theirs to familiarise myself with before tonight. Its amazing! And the funny thing is, I don't recall ever watching them live, but the songs are all familiar already?! 'Tis a mystery. Then again, I have about nine years swallowed in a haze of drunkenness whilst being the keyboard playing in a Cape Town Doom Band :)
Sunday, though... Sunday I will be spending on the couch. Under a blankie, with loads and loads of movies! Can't wait. I don't remember the last time I spent a day doing nothing. (It probably happened more recently than I can recall, but that's the point - I don't recall.)
The rest of the weekends of this month are already swallowed up with social and work engagements / commitments, including a run for charity, catching up with a batty friend, a baby shower and a much-looked-forward-to family lunch, so Sunday is mine. Except for cooking a roast for the not-so-ex who will be working, and I plan on making it awesome!!!
I have a life - a very, very busy life, deal with it :)
Recent happenings:
Received a competent vote for stupid f*ck w*nk - but more on that later: grrrrrrr!!!
Moved back in with the not-so-ex.
Have a personal trainer.
Three times a week running (well, jogging and walking) on Devil's Peak.
Reading A Song of Ice and Fire.
Went to Ramfest!!!
Band practice (and NOT so much dinner club) twice a week for 3 weeks.
Too much food and chocolates at Easter
After hour appointments (although not so much recently).
You get the picture.
Why am I here again?
Oh, stupid f*ck w*nk. After slogging away and sacrificing three months of my life and paying the equivalent of a bad month's salary, it is NOT YET DONE!!! NO! The wonderful folks over at the Estate Agency Affairs Board, expect me to write the exam, which I wrote in 2007, again. Why, you ask? Because I did not write it in 2003. Really?!!! And, the best part is, I get to PAY for the privilege!!! Argh!
Anyway, that's in June, and no use bitching about, but F*CK I'm pissed off about it.
In happier news: the not-so-ex, being the awesome boyfriend that he is, purchased a Ramfest ticket for moi! (Couldn't afford it) and oh, Gods, it was fun. Didn't see so many bands as I just had a kickass time with the coolest flatmates ever! And it took me three days to recover, regardless of the fact I didn't even drink that much - the body, it is definitely aging now :( But still had so much fun!
About a month ago I was invited to partake in an ensemble gig - with fellow doom appreciators and musicians. It took me three weeks to be able to play one of the songs - am quite proud of that feat, I have to say. The three other songs also kicked my ass for a while, but I prevailed! This weekend I will be on stage for the first time in approximately 11 years!!! Hectic.
Also this weekend, I will be going to watch Fetish, whom I confess not to know well AT ALL! But so excited. Plus, the Monster, being the wonderful friend that he is, bought me a CD of theirs to familiarise myself with before tonight. Its amazing! And the funny thing is, I don't recall ever watching them live, but the songs are all familiar already?! 'Tis a mystery. Then again, I have about nine years swallowed in a haze of drunkenness whilst being the keyboard playing in a Cape Town Doom Band :)
Sunday, though... Sunday I will be spending on the couch. Under a blankie, with loads and loads of movies! Can't wait. I don't remember the last time I spent a day doing nothing. (It probably happened more recently than I can recall, but that's the point - I don't recall.)
The rest of the weekends of this month are already swallowed up with social and work engagements / commitments, including a run for charity, catching up with a batty friend, a baby shower and a much-looked-forward-to family lunch, so Sunday is mine. Except for cooking a roast for the not-so-ex who will be working, and I plan on making it awesome!!!
Monday, October 10, 2011
My blood remains green...
And life carries on...
Stupid f*ck wank has been handed in. Whether I will be receiving a "competent" vote, will remain to be seen. At the end, I didn't even consider my answers, and I didn't overthink them, so... Well, we'll cross that bridge when we get there - in a month's time.
Other than that, I was quite despondent yesterday morning after the Boks' exit at the World Cup. I'm not going to go into it too deeply, I'm no rugby "kenner", but, when a ref makes that many mistakes, shouldn't the line judges point out a few? At the end of the day though, despite the "experience" of our team and the majority of possession and territory, the simple fact of the matter is, we could not get over the try line.
What makes it all the sadder, is that, Sunday morning, I was at the hallowed grounds of Newlands to watch it. A very good friend of mine won tickets to Bok Town. Essentially, you could pitch your tent on the pitch (hahahaha), sleep over after consuming much alcohol and as many Spur burgers as you could stomach. The Not-so-ex and I arrived around 16:30 on Saturday afternoon, pitched The Monster's tent (without too much trouble) and then proceeded to buy an SA wig, a jersey for me, and double brandy and cokes - as you do.
We even had our photo taken with Bokkie! Crouching! All very festive.
I do, however, now hate blow up mattresses. Seriously, they are k*k! Sunday morning saw me queue for 20 minutes to get a cuppa joe and some tea for the Not-so-ex, during which time, the Not-so-ex packed up everything, bless him. He had to rush off to work after the game.
So, the game is on, my heart is pounding, I'm shouting loud enough that our Boys can hear me in New Zealand, I'm wearing my wig and my top, EVERYTHING... and they're not scoring. I don't think I've ever smoked as many cigarettes at one game as Sunday morning.
And then... the heartbreaking result. We're out. At first there was complete disbelief, almost like I expected the referee (who I do hope has indigestion until next year) to say, nah, boys, there's five more minutes. The grounds were quiet, the other bok supporters on this night out hardly even spoke to each other. They just made their way to the gates, with their camping gear, completely dispondent. I had to wipe away a few tears, myself. The Not-so-ex completely understood, though, England was knocked out the day before, although he doesn't get quite as emotional as I.
After getting home, it took me a further 20 minutes, and then I accepted it.
Its funny, this patriotic thing. On Friday night we went for sundowners in Campsbay with the Not-so-ex, one of his neighbours and the long-lost-sister. Afterwards we went back to our house for a braai. Both neighbours asked the long-lost-sister which team she supports - she has English and Australian citizenship, and they could not understand or accept her answer of, "I really don't know". Of course, I don't understand it at all, but then, my blood is green and I was raised on braaivleis, sunshine and rugby, so what I can understand, is someone else not really caring if their country's rugby team win or not.
Its still sad, though. Hell, it would have been nice to be the first country to retain that trophy. And I'm pretty sure Danie Rossouw is not so popular even with himself right now.
On a more positive note, though, last night we slept on our new foam mattress for the first time and I slept like a log! Was fantastic. (Although, being all hayfevered up could have helped with the sleeping).
And that's that, for now. Tune in soon - I'm gonna try and do these more often now.
Stupid f*ck wank has been handed in. Whether I will be receiving a "competent" vote, will remain to be seen. At the end, I didn't even consider my answers, and I didn't overthink them, so... Well, we'll cross that bridge when we get there - in a month's time.
Other than that, I was quite despondent yesterday morning after the Boks' exit at the World Cup. I'm not going to go into it too deeply, I'm no rugby "kenner", but, when a ref makes that many mistakes, shouldn't the line judges point out a few? At the end of the day though, despite the "experience" of our team and the majority of possession and territory, the simple fact of the matter is, we could not get over the try line.
What makes it all the sadder, is that, Sunday morning, I was at the hallowed grounds of Newlands to watch it. A very good friend of mine won tickets to Bok Town. Essentially, you could pitch your tent on the pitch (hahahaha), sleep over after consuming much alcohol and as many Spur burgers as you could stomach. The Not-so-ex and I arrived around 16:30 on Saturday afternoon, pitched The Monster's tent (without too much trouble) and then proceeded to buy an SA wig, a jersey for me, and double brandy and cokes - as you do.
We even had our photo taken with Bokkie! Crouching! All very festive.
I do, however, now hate blow up mattresses. Seriously, they are k*k! Sunday morning saw me queue for 20 minutes to get a cuppa joe and some tea for the Not-so-ex, during which time, the Not-so-ex packed up everything, bless him. He had to rush off to work after the game.
So, the game is on, my heart is pounding, I'm shouting loud enough that our Boys can hear me in New Zealand, I'm wearing my wig and my top, EVERYTHING... and they're not scoring. I don't think I've ever smoked as many cigarettes at one game as Sunday morning.
And then... the heartbreaking result. We're out. At first there was complete disbelief, almost like I expected the referee (who I do hope has indigestion until next year) to say, nah, boys, there's five more minutes. The grounds were quiet, the other bok supporters on this night out hardly even spoke to each other. They just made their way to the gates, with their camping gear, completely dispondent. I had to wipe away a few tears, myself. The Not-so-ex completely understood, though, England was knocked out the day before, although he doesn't get quite as emotional as I.
After getting home, it took me a further 20 minutes, and then I accepted it.
Its funny, this patriotic thing. On Friday night we went for sundowners in Campsbay with the Not-so-ex, one of his neighbours and the long-lost-sister. Afterwards we went back to our house for a braai. Both neighbours asked the long-lost-sister which team she supports - she has English and Australian citizenship, and they could not understand or accept her answer of, "I really don't know". Of course, I don't understand it at all, but then, my blood is green and I was raised on braaivleis, sunshine and rugby, so what I can understand, is someone else not really caring if their country's rugby team win or not.
Its still sad, though. Hell, it would have been nice to be the first country to retain that trophy. And I'm pretty sure Danie Rossouw is not so popular even with himself right now.
On a more positive note, though, last night we slept on our new foam mattress for the first time and I slept like a log! Was fantastic. (Although, being all hayfevered up could have helped with the sleeping).
And that's that, for now. Tune in soon - I'm gonna try and do these more often now.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Its about time...
I am actually feeling guilty today about my lack of blogging.
I'm not even gonna give you the reasons, although they're plentiful.
Truth is, I've had absolutely nothing good to say recently.
I've been struck by watching a few post-apocolyptic movies and a few zombie ones and in-between the nightmares they have given me, I have yet again realised what a sad, pathetic species we are. Although these were only movies, they induced thoughts that I'm sure have always simmered somewhere, quietly, in my soul, but now they erupted, in a diluge.
As I said to my beloved Monster, during our two hour debate on all the evils in the world one night, we (him and I, and collectively the human race) are stuck in this circle (of the debate) as even I, who really feel these things in my soul, don't have the answers.
Oh, I have many, MANY opinions on what should be done, but they will still only treat a symptom, not the actual problem.
So you ask - what are the problems?
The absolute lack of respect people have for one another, for the belongings of another, for the environment, for animals... the list carries on. Now, you might say, that's only a small part of the population. NO!!! Think about every driver on our roads - people cutting in, not letting other road users in ahead of them (when they need to cross a busy street!), etc.
As an example, take the stupid f*ck wank - yes, it is NOT yet done. Six weeks ago, I phoned the Estate Agency Affairs Board - I need an original certificate for the board exam I wrote in 2007. Dutifully, I fax them a letter with the address, my proof of payment, etc. The next three weeks, I phone every two days to follow up, leaving messages for one "Molly" to confirm if she received my fax. It has been six weeks, I have yet to receive that phone call. I would jot that down as a complete lack of respect - I leave you several messages, but you do not think I am important enough to phone back. In the mean time, I finally find out that they originally gave me the incorrect fax number, another three weeks later (having e-mailed them the original fax and proof of payment) I am hoping to recieve my certificate in two weeks time.
The recent rhino stories break my heart, and I don't even want to go into it.
Actually, I don't want to go in on any of it, anymore. There is so little light in this world, so little good, and we don't see enough of it. So I will tell you of a little good.
The Not-So-Ex's uncle and aunt recently celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary. It is amazing that, in this day and age, there are people still committed to the long haul. I don't think we have enough of it around.
So, everyone, I'm signing off, asking you to shine a little light, in whichever way you can, the simplest thing you do could mean the world to someone else. And, maybe, on another day, I will go into some more of the ills of our society, today I just do not have the energy and my happy light might be extinguished.
And tonight, I will try NOT to be one of the road users with rage.
I'm not even gonna give you the reasons, although they're plentiful.
Truth is, I've had absolutely nothing good to say recently.
I've been struck by watching a few post-apocolyptic movies and a few zombie ones and in-between the nightmares they have given me, I have yet again realised what a sad, pathetic species we are. Although these were only movies, they induced thoughts that I'm sure have always simmered somewhere, quietly, in my soul, but now they erupted, in a diluge.
As I said to my beloved Monster, during our two hour debate on all the evils in the world one night, we (him and I, and collectively the human race) are stuck in this circle (of the debate) as even I, who really feel these things in my soul, don't have the answers.
Oh, I have many, MANY opinions on what should be done, but they will still only treat a symptom, not the actual problem.
So you ask - what are the problems?
The absolute lack of respect people have for one another, for the belongings of another, for the environment, for animals... the list carries on. Now, you might say, that's only a small part of the population. NO!!! Think about every driver on our roads - people cutting in, not letting other road users in ahead of them (when they need to cross a busy street!), etc.
As an example, take the stupid f*ck wank - yes, it is NOT yet done. Six weeks ago, I phoned the Estate Agency Affairs Board - I need an original certificate for the board exam I wrote in 2007. Dutifully, I fax them a letter with the address, my proof of payment, etc. The next three weeks, I phone every two days to follow up, leaving messages for one "Molly" to confirm if she received my fax. It has been six weeks, I have yet to receive that phone call. I would jot that down as a complete lack of respect - I leave you several messages, but you do not think I am important enough to phone back. In the mean time, I finally find out that they originally gave me the incorrect fax number, another three weeks later (having e-mailed them the original fax and proof of payment) I am hoping to recieve my certificate in two weeks time.
The recent rhino stories break my heart, and I don't even want to go into it.
Actually, I don't want to go in on any of it, anymore. There is so little light in this world, so little good, and we don't see enough of it. So I will tell you of a little good.
The Not-So-Ex's uncle and aunt recently celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary. It is amazing that, in this day and age, there are people still committed to the long haul. I don't think we have enough of it around.
So, everyone, I'm signing off, asking you to shine a little light, in whichever way you can, the simplest thing you do could mean the world to someone else. And, maybe, on another day, I will go into some more of the ills of our society, today I just do not have the energy and my happy light might be extinguished.
And tonight, I will try NOT to be one of the road users with rage.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Birthdays! Again!
Anyway, so the birthday. It was fabulous!
There is something so awesome about being led into a place with your eyes closed, only to open them and the best family members and friends break into Happy Birthday! In the SPUR!!! A kiddies party! I cannot remember the last time in my life I was as embarassed as I was when the waiters came to sing happy birthday. I didn't even count how many they were.
The only disappointment of the evening were the potato faces in my kiddies' meal. I LOVE potatoes, but these, seriously, tasted like play dough - not nice at all. But cute. At least the not-so-ex ordered me a steak as well, but the viennas in the kiddies' meal were yummy. Those potatoes, though... I think parents should try the food on the kiddies' menu BEFORE they order it for their children.
Hillarity ensued as the helium balloons were opened. The not-so-ex's rendition of Alicia Keys' Falling in and out of love being the highlight. And serenading me with Happy Birthday once more! Laughed my butt off!
And then we proceeded to what Dearest Friend calls the Meat Market. To dance our tootsies off. Thankfully the 80's tunes (which the not-so-ex and The Beautiful Em of the Gems thoroughly enjoyed), didn't play ALL night, although I was quite irritated that I missed out dancing to Aerosmith's Pink while spending 25 minutes at the bar, trying to get a beer. This DESPITE the huge Its My Birthday badge on my chest!
So, at 1:30 CindeEsther returned home, but couldn've partied soooooo much harder! Will have to make up for that next time and get a taxi home.
Breakfast on Sunday morning was spent with The Housemate and Mr Driver at Nitida's Tables. I had the loveliest New Yorker sarmie - that's the photo. Couldn't even finish it. The rest of the day was spent in the lounge, on the mattress, under blankies, watching funny movies.
All in all, not the hardest partying birthday ever, but had a fabulous time without the hangover!
And now... back to life (read stupid f*ck w*nk). I shouldn't technically even be blogging. Just slog away at the RPL. G*d, I hate it!
And Monster - add to your list: Incessant advertisements on life cover, one after the other, only to be separated by ads on your digestive system. Last night, seriously, there were 4 Dettol ads in a row!!!
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Birthdays!
Anyway, so we shall report on June thus far...
I missed The Monster's birthday and (separate subsequent party) this year. The honeymoon, I think it has eaten my social life.
Tarty was nice enough to take me out to a lunch (at which she was subjected - once again - to talk of the not-so-ex) Sorry, Tarty, I promise, really, really soon, that the incessant drivel about how happy I am will stop.
On top of the honeymoon continuum, I have enrolled in the lovely (stupid f*ck w*ank) to use the Monster's phrase, RPL process for estate agents. There's the next three months' worth of weekends... down the toilet. Loving it...
At least the 3 day classroom we attended was great! The agent really made me actually want to do this again. Its been three weeks, I think I need to go see her again. Fantastic motivational person! And the lunches... oh, the lunches... but then, we are paying in excess of R5000.00 for this (stupid f*ck w*ank) lovely course, so... yeah, you better give me a good lunch.
The next event to report, was the birthday of the not-so-ex. My finances this month being what it was (shhhh... we're not talking about it), the birthday present was too lame to mention here. Although there was a new robe involved. And no, NOT the Emperor's kind.
Due to the wonderful Cape Coupon book my brave assistant gets every month, the not-so-ex was treated to a dinner at the fabulous Simon's at Groot Constantia. Dinner was divine, and his immortalised comment "That was the best pork dish I've eaten in my life" (this from a complete porkaholic), was classic. So was the wine, at R195.00 per bottle. Thank Goddess the coupon was for one main meal. (And the not-so-ex paid 1 bottle of wine) But the food was spectacular, we were right next to the fire place (only three other tables with occupants) and it was toasty inside.
The weekend that ensued was spent in Barrydale, courtesy of The Neighbour's parents, with the Gems. On the road trip we stopped at Viljoensdrift for a picnic that included Choppy Choppy (which I adore!!!) and LOADS of cheese. Life is so good. Upon arrival at the Thrasher's, The Neighbour's mom had made a wonderful pasta dish, and home made APPLE PIE!!! I don't WANT to know the amount of calories consumed. Speaking of which, I think its time to start the dreaded "watching what I eat". I'd rather NOT wake up in September and realise its gonna have to be a starvation diet from thereon in...
But I digress, the rest of the weekend was spent talking, smoking, singing (Patsy Kline - Crazy - at the top of my lungs and George Michael (Sorry Monster) along with the female member of the Gems), sleeping, drinking and eating at, among others, Ronnie's Sex shop, The Country Pumpkin, Clarke of the Karoo and others. Great weekend away (and fabulous end to the not-so-ex's birthday week). That's right, he doesn't have a day... he has a WEEK.
Anyway, so, on the public holiday, I was in the office, doing research for the lovely (stupid f*ck w*ank) RPL course, and I also sacrificed last Saturday. And I'm behind... so behind...
But... I've closed two deals for the month, am hopeful to conclude another big one before the 30th and... Saturday is my birthday!!!
Well, first it is The Beautiful Em of the Gems' party on Friday night. I have given myself this weekend off. I will probably drink way too much for my own good on Friday night, then drive home (slowly) on Saturday morning for the Housemate to make me pretty for my surprise party! YAY! (Seriously, I'm like a kid about this). The Not-so-ex is organising, and I don't know what is happening, at all! Excited!!!
So, hope that's a long enough post for everyone. I will try and put an update on after the party. (Although, for now, my Sunday plans are couch and movies). I'm probably gonna feel my age!
Who you tryin' to get crazy with ese? Don't you know I'm loco?
Bwahahahahahaha!
Oh, and the picture DOES have something to do with the blog - it was scratched on a table in Ronnie's Sex Shop.
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