By the end of this weekend all I am thinking is “China and SA Trade Relations”. Ah yes, what a ripper. Well it was really. It just ended on a sad sorry note.
I learnt that there was a massive Chinese celebration in Jo’burg CBD on Sunday for Heritage Day. For the first time ever. Seemed like it would’ve been a great place to be and I am almost sorry I missed it. And that I did not even know about it until mad googling for a UNISA China/SA assignment yesterday.
Instead, on Sunday, I was fighting against a self-induced headache by nursing a chilled cider in the shade while staring at the Free State across the Vaal River (named as such after the afrikaans word “vuil” for “dirty”… or so the Brit couple with us were led to believe). The most I could do on Heritage Day was utter one nonsensical word per minute. Or so I recall.
And bitch that I had been made to sleep on the floor the night before. A blue bearded smurf have been taught “persistence equals resistance” hours prior and so he ignored the last-single-girl-standing’s resistance at 3am and persisted with the girl while on the last couch till I gave up claim to it (the couch!) and snoozed with my head buried into a carpet. And was awoken to a Scotty dog’s nose in my ear.
This past weekend did let me establish that I am flirting with responsibility at the moment. I don’t think it will ever turn out into a full blown love affair. More of a weekend fling. It made me realise though, when one is relatively responsible (and ‘relatively’ needs to be taken lightly after the vast amount of irresponsibility that took place from all corners) and has a camera, one immediately gains a new possible income. Blackmail can be a wonderful hobby. All bribes for this weekend’s photos are now being accepted. And do not think that I am of “SA cop bribery rates”. Please. We’re talking full on US Senator rates here, thank you.
I also established that one should learn the rules of the drinking game before playing strip drinking games. Especially when EVERYBODY else at the table has already learnt the rules. Thank god for beergoogles, cause my body is hardly in a ready state to be seen in a bikini at 2am at the beginning of summer! (Although it was bared to the sun earlier that day, as well as being doused in chocolate sauce/ Brazilian tanning oil, courtesy of a crazy doctor with us).
Peas, excellent to have met you! I will forever remember you with NIPPLES blue inked across your belly, right before you guys tumbled into the fireplace and I did my best to have an in-depth convo with a Labrador about why he shouldn’t be drinking as heavily as the forty humans around him. I actually think at that moment I believed he was talking back to me. Which reminds me – never again will I underestimated the Power of Pimms!
Meanwhile, I also realised, China and SA are playing a civilised game of poker. Both are so courteous to each other, but China has a straight flush while SA is holding a pair of Jacks. I’m really hoping SA has a good poker face.