So the weekend has come and gone, it is already Wednesday and I haven’t yet posted a word.
The reason behind this simple. I really and truly have not been able to find the time to even look at the laptop these last few days and honestly, now I should be catching up a pile of work instead of writing. But here I am, so let us get this over and done with.
FRIDAY NIGHT/EAST MEETS WEST PART 2
Friday evening after work I prepared for another trip to the west, to visit my boyfriend, Jaco. This time I asked him for directions, in the hopes of not getting lost. But it seems directions and myself will never quite get along, that or the weather, because the heavens decided to open up and I had to drive in a torrential downpour. I took a turn too early and found myself lost once again. Thankfully, it happened to be in the same place I was lost before so I miraculously managed to find myself at the correct complex. I was also very happy with the timing I made, despite getting lost I managed to be there in under an hour.
I was treated to an awesome dinner including steak, roast mushrooms, salad and rice(everything was well done although the rice could’ve faired better). My after dinner treat, was not dessert, and when I think of it now, it makes my stomach turn, was a youtube clip of a cyst being lanced. Ladies and gentlemen, it seems I have a strong stomach for the vile and disgusting.
The evening went very well despite the slight lack of memory I had for a short period of the evening(we won’t mention the bottle of Lavoka, the bit of Sambuca and the bottle of Wine that were consumed by only the two uf us). Hey, I was even treated to a vegetarian omelette the next day(I really wish I could’ve eaten more than I had, but my stomach was in no mood).
One note on hangovers: if you’re head is pounding, take a couple of “Anadin 500″, you’ll be up and at it in no time.
SATURDAY/MINKI’S 30th 80′s BIRTHDAY PARTY
How it pained me to keep a secret from her, I had to. There is nothing better than a surprise birthday party. It was 80′s themed and I appropriately dressed like an 80′s hooker. Minki I so loved your pink nails(evil grin).
Other than a bit of drama(insert handbrake here) everyone came out alive, some with a few scratches, others with severe babalaas, and some a bit more and even fewer a bit less. And if you had to view the success of a party by the amount of alcohol consumed, well then this one would be up there with the best.
I do take my hat of to Allison Montgomery Maaske for everything she pulled off, the party and decorations were fantastic, the music also appropriately themed, an awesome sister to have, the Montgomeries really did pull it off. Minkster, you better be proud!
A trip to Nicci Beach followed, in fact a couple, can you say lost in plantation(including a near bundu bash in a polo)? There was much dancing to be done and you know its a good one when they kick you out. Also worth mentioning was a man that gave me R100 for he boyfriend I had( can anyone say weirdo?)
The only one left standing, no dancing, well into the Sunday morning was no other than Allison “Party Animal” Monteomery. What the rest f us did on hitting the couches? PASS OUT!
As a parent it never ceases to amaze me, that on my weekends off I will wake up with barely two hours sleep behind me. In fact, I think this is in fact a curse among all us parents, as we were all up and about my 9am.
Let’s just say that the word Hangover does not cut it.
I cannot remember when last I have felt so exhausted and bilious in my entire life. My cousin used to refer to a hangover like a sadistic man with a very large sledgehammer, one that wouldn’t stop pounding at your head. That is probably the closest I am able to define it. With every step I took, even when I slept, the pounding never quite went away that day.
That afternoon, when I collected my daughter, disaster struck.
She started bleeding from her mouth, and after her tonsillectomy last week, this was not a good sign. We took her to the hospital where it took three quarters of an hour to get admitted to the casualty/emergency ward(really, with a three year old in your arms, blood coming from her mouth and you still made us wait that long?) Once we were admitted and waiting for a doctor to grace us with their presence, Dayna vomited buckets of blood all over my ex. Promise me it looked like something from a horror movie. Well yes I lost it then, I went ballistic, I cried, I panicked, it was the worst moment of my life.
Turns out blood clots had formed on the operation site and these clots had dislodged and collected in her stomach. We werent aware of it as there were no outward signs of this. It was a close call for a blood transfusion and a few days worth in a hospital. Nothing quite makes you feel as horrid as seeing your child lie helpless in a hospital bed and there is nothing you can do.
Yesterday morning she was given the all clear and ready to go home. I was also immensely relieved to see my own home, my own bed and especially my daughter in high spirits.
What a long, crazy weekend.