Bitch Please….

We are well into the new year and another weekend has gone by,a busy one at that, and that’s the way I like it.

Friday night my dancing feet got itchy so with my Irish friend Emma we headed off to no other place but to Nicci Beach. Euphonix was on the decks and the music was fantastic, nevermind the fact that the place was brimming with beautiful people. There was plenty of Jose Cuervo going around and then to top the evening off, my gal pal from the North, Ronel, joined us in shaking our booties.  How I do love this place, it is not often that I leave before closing, that’s me and the other few hundred people that were still there.

I was also called a Bitch that night, and contrary to polular belief I have no problem with being one. If being a bitch means I have standards and morals and I value my life then so be it. It might seem otherwise with my posts and I am the first to say that I take myself lightly and I indulge in a  little self deprication every now and then, but I take issue when others invade your personal space. You know the one’s that stand a little to close to you, or they grab your neck when they talk to you or very inappropriately place their hand on the small of your back? Especially when it has been clearly stated that you are not interested….wait did I look interested? No? So if you aren’t going to take the hint then I will so politely tell you to back the fuck off.

Besides it was girls night and all I wanted to do was dance to the rythme and beats of house music.

The next morning I woke up to  my alarm and very cleverly decided to dismiss it and not snooze it. The idea was to close my eyes for two seconds…well that two seconds turned into more than forty five minutes so it was a mad dash to get to work on time, which I did. Well there is nothing interesting about work, so after that I got my stuff together and headed of to the Minkster and the to my mother so that we could raid my late fathers stash of camping equipment.

You see, even though Oppi Koppi is a good seven and a little bit months in the future, we feel it imperative to get our acts together and make sure that the long weekend away, in the dust and the thorns and the bush, is going to be an awesome one. We even visited Outdoor Warehouse to check out cool and innovative camping goodies to take with, like the ever needed portable shower.

I then went to Mrs Allycat, for a little birthday shindig. It’s always great listening to good music with great company, sampling some treats and eating delicious pizza. Allison your tattoo is spectacluar! And I d ohope that you enjoyed your “19th” birthday

We then stopped at my god brothers birthday where the heavens had decided to open up…well it was great to see Elton and his beautiful fiance’ Adel, who hosted a fantastic birthday party, the only wish is that I was able to stay longer.

Sunday morning was pretty chilled, I got to test drive a VW Beetle, and I fell in love. They are really such awesome little cars. Us women also decided to wash our cars…and boy was a good clean for my car sorely needed.

A few things I learned from this weekend:

Never, ever drop your standards, you are worth it and you deserve the best.

To hate and hold grudges is to do yourself a disservice, don’t waste a precious moment of your time, hating yourself or someone, or holding a grudge, it will do you no good.

Love yourself, change the things you can, and accept the things you cannot. You can’t change the fact that everyday your body is growing older, but you are as young as your heart says you are. And there is one great thing about growing older, and that is growing wiser, not worrying about what people say about you or think about. That you can look in the mirror and see all your faults, the wrinkles, the blemished skin, the little bit of extra weight, the fact that your teeth arent perfectly straight, or your nose may not be as small and cute as you would like it to be….looking at all of these things and still being happy, still loving that person, knowing that person is doing the best they can.

Savour and treasure the memories you have and make new one’s, it’s never too late to start a bucket list, you can always meet new people and you can always have fun. Never close your heart to anything. Be cautious but not too cautious. Live every moment and don’t sweat the small stuff…

And one last tHing I have confirmed….come hell or high water I am soooooooo at H2o Avicii come the 31st of March.

WTF…What a Weekend!

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!

SUNDAY/THE HANGOVER

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.