Life Without BBM is like, totally messed up, yeah?

Seriously!

Since my introduction to BB in early April this year, I have fallen in love, as my ex husband would say. So to prove a point:

Oh BB, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways…..

1. Free mobile instant messageing. What used to take money(sms) or email(when we were at our computers) we can do anywhere, make plans, talk crap, share photos and have group chats.

2. Access to your email, twitter, wordpress and obviously internet. Connected anywhere anytime!

3. Looks. BB you are stylish, okay maybe not so stylish, but you are cool. Where iphone is the geek that gets full marks and never goes out, BB is the awesome person that everyone wants to be friends with and is always seen having an awesome time.

4.Availability. To my knowledge in South Africa BB is more widely available to the consumer on “contract” or “pay as you go” than the iphone. As far as Im concerned you are a snooty ass yuppie for owning an iphone(and probably up to your eyeballs in debt), and us BB users hateyou becuase you condescend at very opportunity you have. We BBMer’s are constantly defending our bbs while you trash us with your ”mine is better than yours” attitude. Becuase yes maybe it is “better” tecnically, but as a social tool it sucks.

5. Social Butterfly. Again BB is the popular kid, more people own a BB therefore more people can connect and socialise with each other with it.

I dont really need to go on do I?

So it is totally messed up that perhaps one of the most important most loved and hated pieces of technology is now Fucked(temporarily).

RIM…YOU SUCK!

But on the bright side people, doesnt this at least make you realize how much a part of your life your friends REALLY are? So when BBM is back on, let them know you care(PLEASE NO BROADCASTS ABOUT THE END OF THE WORLD OR SIMILAR BULLTWANG)

Oh yeah…for those of you with phones other than the phone or blackberry….Get with it.

Wait….no… iphone users still irritate the living shit out of me.

I MISS YOU MY BBM FRIENDS, MAY WE BE REUNITED SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE!

East Meets West

Yes, this goose from Benoni(East Rand) donned her cowboy boots and dared to live on the wild side and travelled to none other than the city of Roodepoort(West Rand).

Where do I even begin telling you the tale…well let me begin by saying that I have only had my licence(to drive that is) for a little over a year, and while I believe I am quite the capable driver, I have had others strongly disagree. The point being the furthest I have ever travelled by myself has been to another Eastern town, Springs(yes, I do have stories about Springs but those are for another day).

So I packed my things, and yes I remembered the all important passport/visa/ and id documentation for the trip, got my gps ready(would you call a google maps printout gps?) and set off on my long and arduous journey.

Here I would like to say that for all the trouble and pain and stress the roadworks have caused us, the benefits are noteworthy. I am proud to say that I did not once take the wrong interchange, turn off or highway, and as nervewrecking as an hour drive can be to a novice driver, I found the drive pretty pleasant(I’m sure it had nothing to do with the glass of wine I had before leaving).

Once I left the highway I proceeeded to get lost in Roodepoort, thank the lord for Blackberry and their gps or I sincerely believe I still would have been *lost* there.

I arrived safely at my destination only to have to wait before being granted entry by my host, which apparently had something to do with bearded dragons, loud music and a stiff First Watch(that particularly nasty brand of whiskey).

I realized I was in trouble when the welcome and hello drink happened to be a shot of Lupini Sambuca(the last time I touched lupini was 12 years ago and it ended badly). But being the sport I am, I did as the “roodies” do and drank it with a smile(or was it actually a grimace?).

Due to the sambuca the rest of the evenings events go something like this:

Dinner, wine, talk, hide and seek, ufc, four rooms, books, wine, sambuca, music, more wine, jim jefferies, more sambuca, blur, tow trucks, amarula, pellet guns, even more wine, dane cook, blur, more sambuca, billy connolly, and who knows what else….

Overall a very good evening with alot of laughter and yes, ALOT of drinking.

But no one said the Wild West would be safe…and every journey leaves its marks.