H2O Fever

With the news that the following H2o(only one of the biggest outdoor day raves in the world www.h2oparty.com) will be held on the 31st of March 2012 and the outstanding artist Avicii, who brought us the sick song “Levels” is set to take the stage…I find myself between a rock and a hard place.

I am a newbie to the H2O party scene but I must say, after my first one last year October I am hooked worse than a meth junkie.

That day not too long ago I was in my happy place, a day after my divorce, with friends that I cherish, having the time of my life. I remember standing there thinking things could not actually get better than that. But they did and they didn’t.

Perhaps that is why I so eagerly want to go back there, to feel the love, the promise of new things, the sun on my face, the promise of better things to come. The overall sense of wellbeing, knowing what path I was on and whom I wanted to share it with. The people that were there for me, who made it the experience I now so sorely miss.

I am sorely disappointed though that due to a lack of interest from those around me it may mean that I have to wait until October.

THIS SUCKS BALLS…yes I said it, it sucks balls.

Otherwise, I wish you all a freaking fantastic weekend.

Goosey ;)

Flat Out…

Where do I start to describe the weekend?

Well, it didn’t come soon enough. Friday afternoons at work really are torture, especially when you are eager for the weekend to start. Minutes turn into hours and if we are all completely honest, how much work really gets done between 3 and 5pm on a Friday afternoon?

Eventually it was time to hit the road and for the weekend to begin. And what better way to begin by spending the evening in Roodepoort(well, maybe not so much for the city, but for the company there).

The challenge was to cook a meal for my boyfriend without blowing anything up or killing anyone, or, as is my forte, flooding the kitchen. Well I’m happy to say we both made it out alive, nothing flooded, no one died and nothing was blown up. I know, next time I’ll try be a little more careless…we know that makes for a much more entertaining blog. The rest of the evenings plans were pretty simple, a couple of UFC’s and a movie.

The plans were slightly diverted and we ended up watching the highlights of a few movies, such as the unforgettable fight scene between Neo and Mr Smith from the movie classic The Matrix. And then for a couple of laughs, Cheech and Chongs Up in Smoke, anyone looking for some Labrador?

All in all a very relaxed evening, especially when only one bottle of vodka was consumed by only two people(In hindsight it is perhaps never a very wise idea to try drink as much your boyfriend). It is only a miracle that I have not yet hugged a toilet in Roodepoort.

Restless Parent Syndrome is a bitch. We were both up before 6am with pounding heads…and a slight blank on how and when the bedroom curtains were shut?(after some deliberation it was decided that I had indeed shut the curtains when we decided to go to bed). A few headache tablets later and a couple of cups of coffee and I was almost functional again. Jaco made an awesome breakfast sandwich that I surely would have eaten with gusto on any other morning, but my stomach wanted to hear none of it , so it ended up being a few feeble bites.

And then there was serious business to attend to. I had to get my ass back to Boksburg in order to do some shopping.

Let me add here that for the first time, I did not get lost coming or going from the Wild West….but I may have picked up a traffic fine.

Back in Boksburg the Minx and I hit the stores with what energy we could muster ,as we were both suffering intense hangovers. Two malls and dozens of stores later(which, if I had listened to Minkster, could have been prevented) we eventually found the perfect outfits.

I word on clothing store dressing rooms: unless you are perfectly preportioned nothing will quite look fabulous on you when you try it on in a dressing room. More often than not harsh flourescent lighting is used and this is the worst type of lighting as it brings up every flaw you hve on your body. If you are unsure, buy the item of clothing and try it on at home and if it still looks crap, return it.

It was time to get a move on to Kempton Park(and yes, my shoes were off within the first five minutes of being there). And honestly, what is a weekend without the Goose getting lost. Yes, I got lost in Kempton Park, but it was minor. The worst part being we had to travel on a dirt road.

We really did enjoy ourselves kempton style, with no shoes, lying on blankets in the shade. And of course, all of us had hit it pretty hard thenght before so it took a couple of drinks for us all to regain our “personalities”. As the perfect host, Schalk delegated the braaing to his brother and the salads to the women(well, I can tell you, I have had just about enough domestication after this weekend). The food was awesome!

All too soon it was time to get ready and get our asses off to Nicci Beach. And we did so in style. There is nothing better than dancing the night away with great company, the overall crowd was also really cool. Schalk I will never forget your little moonwalk. Silent Bob(aka Marius) actually spoke and quite often. Minki, my dear, danced her her feet off. Jaco played cameraman well. And me, well I was in my happy place.

Sometimes a person just cannot describe an awesome evening and such is the case. But the big dogs definitely showed the Goose a thing or two.

To memories made.

Only One Way Out…………Flat Out!

Yes indeed, another week has seen it ass and the weekend is upon us. Not only that but it is exactly a month until Christmas and 37 days until the New Year.

Can I hear a Wooohooo!

With so little left of this year I urge you to go out and make the most of it while you still can. If you have had a miserable year, now is the time to turn it around and do something fantastic for yourself. It is your mindset that matters, make it worthwhile!

As for me, well plans have been laid out this weekend and I am ALMOST ashamed to say it is going to be one of complete and utter debauchery.

Tonight the goose will be cooking a meal in the Wild West. Yes, this blonde is going to be working in a kitchen. So if you perhaps see smoke on the western horizon this evening, it’s most likely that I’ve blown Roodepoort up. I’ve also asked Jaco to have an appetite, he will need it if he is going to have to eat a plate of my food. All that I am hoping for(other than stuffing dinner up) is not to get lost either way. But just in case, I filled my petrol tank(who knows when I might accidentally find myself in Bloemfontein).

Tomorrow is the Big One…a dear friend, Schalk, is celebrating his birthday and I have been warned to bring my “A game”(And I know he means business as his “breakfast” this morning was a shot of Tequila, Jagermeister and Red Bull). Yes he plans to make a party out of the entire weekend(No,one day isnt good enough for the Shalkinator, he has to rip the ring out of the WHOLE weekend!)

Well my first priority is to make sure I survive The West, and if I do my partner in crime(the one and only Minkster) and I are planning some serious shopping. Tomorrow the Malls should be afraid, very afraid…no…DEATHLY afraid!

I’m only hoping that I do not get lost in, dare I say it….Kempton Park(you know, that town where you have to check in your shoes before entering). But I have Minx to help me navigate.

And seeing as the party is starting in Kempton it can only mean downhill from there.

Guys and girls I can only hope I make it out of this Weekend in one piece. And with that said, there is only one thing left to say:

“Hasta La Vista, Baby!”

H2 Oh Yeah!

The last time I woke up at 5 in the morning because I was excited was
probably when I was probably 12. So it came as a massive surprise to me that my
eyes opened and it was only 5am, it was still dark outside and only a few birds
had started twittering. There were butterflies in my stomach that did not want
to settle.

It was time to wake up.

And really, there is no need to tell you of the breakfast we had, or the time
that went into getting ready for the event, or the drinks we had before or the
beautiful people that we met.

What really matters is we arrived. We got to H2O and stood before the doors
to Happiness.

And we entered.

There is no easy way to explain how or what happened, so I’m going to try
keep this as short and sweet as possible.

Separately the elements of Music, Water, Sunshine, Bikinis, Friends
and Dancing have very little substance, all function pretty well on their own
and can be fun.

But mix all of these elements together and we are talking Nuclear Fusion. We
are talking about being in the middle of something so much bigger than you or I,
its that feeling you get before you jump into the unknown, when you know that
you are taken care of, that everything is just as it is and just as it should
be.

You are in the right place at the right time.

That is H2O.

And if you don’t believe me, you haven’t been.

Thanks to the team.

IT

WAS

AWESOME.