Either blogger is being a cranky bitch, or my internet is, but most of blogland via my computer is apparently stuck on Thursday afternoon. I have ways of seeing Friday for just a few bloggers – including myself – happy to see you all enjoyed yourself in the comments, especially concerning “puppies”. Crazy folk!
It was a weekend to make my liver sigh with relief. I only had one tequila, and that was late Saturday, and only cause my co-drinker was family.
I welcomed my cousin home from the Med for a holiday. Then we phoned my brother in London, for some reason illogical to me, to discuss how many women he has laid. He told me he knew that I was not behaving. At first I looked around in paranoia for the hidden camera, but I don’t think he is THAT much of an overly-protective brother. I hope. I think he has just learnt from experience. So I cursed him & told him to have faith in his little sis. Bluddy brothers! I assured him I was incredibly behaved - so far that night I had only stolen a friend’s green cap, sang 2 songs of karaoke, commandeered one friend’s jug of John Deer for my own, as well as sat with this friend outside while he kotched up half a weekend’s worth of alcohol. Sigh. How sweet and dumb am I!
Then my dear kotching friend assumed when I said I was taking him home and putting him to bed that I meant it would be a joint venture. I assured him that it was to drop him off as his front gate and allow him to stumble to his bed ALONE. Upon registering this – I think the car guard helped him out a bit in the acceptance - he turned around and went straight back into the Colony.
So while my liver was saved (the season of lunchtime GnTs after Eastern Cape beach tanning & long nights of top SA wines is fast approaching, and I would hate not to be ready!) my stomach was being trained for this same upcoming season. If it was edible, it seemed I ate it. French toast & berries in triplicate, tappas & champs cocktails, meals in Greenside, snacks at drinks parties from the office to Illovo…(nice complex you have Peas!...ha ha, does that freak you out!), family lunches, chocolates & red wine.
The last two took place during my reality vs. hope fight that even though I might have been but a few blocks from the drizzled cricket pitch this didn’t mean the bokkies wouldn’t be playing. Apparently I had some friends as dumb & hopeful as me, who even went as far as to sit on the benches in denial.
It was good. It was chilled. It involved many good friends & the breaking of my dwindling bank account. It even involved some people not seen for months and/or years, one of whom yet again proved why I haven’t seen her for months…particularly when she started taking deep breathes in of my hair, to the confused looks of friends & strangers. It involved new clothes and rain, staring at my book in the hope it would hover about my head rather than me have to exert effort to hold it up, sleeping filled with dreams of sleeping. Even my subconscious needs a holiday! Packing & moving & unpacking. Showing Fidel, who was much less Fidel, my favourite Melville/ Milpark places during rainy days. And rock bands with disturbing lyrics with two gorgeous smooching friends.
OH! And how could I forget….it involved dear Jack/ John AND his girlfriend! She exists! And I was told of her existence as soon as I put my first foot into the Colony, by his friends obviously warned to warn me that she was around. Not that anything has ever happened between us!!
All in all, it was a happy weekend.