Definitions from the weekend

Cuteness – my 2 puppies. But now, am I referring to what Rev often calls “puppies” in the comments, or to real live canine companions? Well, Rev, I did promise to post pictures of my puppies on this blog so watch this space…

My Puppies – fluffy & adorable & inquisitive & love kisses. Their cuteness has led to me being late for a number of occasions already. Named by my parents as Chivas & Grappa.

Mistakenly Drunk – Saturday night sms convo demonstrating this:
Champs: Just how drunk did we get last night?? I have just had a flashback to dancing on tables in TranceSky & who’s Dominique & why do I have his/her businesscard?!?!
Friend: I was very drunk and so were you. We had about three glasses of wine each.

Champs ponders this for awhile & that it does not make complete sense. AH HA! Yes, neither of us purchased more than 3 glasses of wine, and kept drinking from our 3rd glasses, BUT this was because we kept getting bought a glass of wine which I would decant between our two third-filled glasses.

Serendipity – Crazy drunk guy joins us 3 girls very very randomly at the table where we are “quietly” sipping on wine. We cannot understand a word he is saying, except for when he was telling me that he can read body language – apparently me pulling my hair back means I want him to tie me up!! – and when he finally explains to us that he has left his friends at a bar down the road. He explains who these friends are & decides to call them to join us, and one just happens to be a very nice man I met recently & have been hoping to see again!

Then the crazy guy proceeded to take off his shirt & wear it like a turban until the manager noticed & politely requested he redress.

Getting older – exhausted for one day and half following getting home LATE (early?? sunrise) from a mistakenly-drunken night out, which ended with Catz Pyjama pizza – they don’t serve alcohol at 5am!! WHAT?!? Home-time hour - We got home at 6am. “We”??

Amusing Irony – not really taking any guy back to my bed for the few years I lived out of my parents’ house while in the same town as them, to bring a guy home on my 2nd official night back living with my parents. (Ha ha ha ha ha ha)

Politeness & Subtlety – my mom asking in passing, when I finally got up at about 2pm Saturday, whether “my friend” had gone home. How she knew he was even there is still slightly puzzling – we got back to my place at 6am, and he left before 9am….but that’s is a mother for you!

Progression – this man is neither married, nor does he have a girlfriend!!! . He is completely and officially single. So officially single that even the courts recognise it. His divorce came through on Friday. Fck.

My type – he might be newly single, but still, he is foreign & he is older.

Sunday Losers – this man is so newly divorced we completely agree that we have to stay friends. I smiled about the whole fun experience this weekend, until I crawled into my bed yesterday evening & self-pityingly thought, “I realise life is not fair, but honestly, when am I going to meet & be crazily attracted to a man who is unattached, 100% emotionally & physically available, and in the same country as me. I like me. I think I deserve this.” I didn’t sleep too well, tossing & turning thinking about my past experiences with guys.

Bizarre Dream – is definitely defined when the characters break out into song & dance like they are in a 1970’s West End musical. I sing surprisingly well in my dreams!

Globalisation’s social effects – 2 farewells this weekend. And so far 4 social events arranged for the coming 2 weeks to welcome friends home from overseas.

I said goodbye to one new friend, and somehow, while being caught up in the moment of nostalgia & sweetness promised his sweet girlfriend (a new friend too) to help pack up his side of their apartment. What?? I think they took advantage of an exhausted chick!

The second farewell I have yet to really accept – she has been an incredible help & support to me in the past year and so, as she has been doing incredible work in Orange Farm, Diepsloot, with street kids, etc. She is Israeli & us South Africans should all be extremely grateful for what she has done for our children & low-income citizens, and for me. Sob. BYE!!

Non-medical contraception – babysitting 2 7-week old puppies when exhausted & mildly hungover.

Chaos – my new abode. I was too fast asleep or preoccupied with balls of energetic fluff to pack or unpack anything. I still don’t know where things like my hairdryer, bras, or phone charger is.

Chivas & Grappa -
As yet, unpublishable....blame BetaBlogger!! But I promise to get my puppies up here asap!

[This BetaBlogger is being an ABSOLUTE bitch and won't let me do any bolding or easy pic posting etc. It seems to think I became a techie over the weekend. ARGHGRHRGHRGRH!]

[And now...on Tuesday it works! Voila! Odd. Post amended accordingly....it should make more sense now too!]