Epic Weekend Much Much Much!

Whoa…what a freaking weekend…I’m actually relieved in a small way that it is actually over.

Friday evening was supposed to be pretty tame(yeah what was I thinking?) with a couple of drinks with my sister at Cool Runnings in Benoni. It’s always great to start the weekend with an ice cold Hunters and great conversation. I was due to leave when my sister did but I ran into friends that askedme tostay for a couple of drinks and this turned out to be the rest of my evening, with me bumping into more people that I knew that insisted I stay for “one” drink…but it seemed like every time I turned for the door, another drink would appear…must say I had a Tequila Slammer…which proved to be pretty tasty.

I eventually had to drag myself away from the hooligans at Cools and headed over to my intended destination for the evening which was “Book Club” with the gal pals. On arrival I was greeted with the warmest of wishes, a fire in a wheel barrow and sparklers(thanks to MINKI!). The drinks were plenty and we really did have a jol, speaking of life and love and friendships. The evening drew to a close and I greeted sleep with open arms.

Saturday morning we woke up fresh and early, remember Restless Parent Syndrome, and got ready for our paintballing excursion at PaintballCity in Germiston. There were a tota of six of us, three men and three women, and very cleverly(insert sarcasm) decided to have a battle of the sexes. We donned our outfits, where we women looked more like Smurfs and the men like Terrorists and loaded our guns…can anyone say HKGK!

For half of us it was the first time,including myself, and I really did not know what I was getting myself into. After being struck the first time I promptly decided to forget about the flag and take cover for the duration of the game.

The Ginga Ninja dominated the game, capturing the flag for his team 3 out of the 4 games we played. He also barely got shot, until the ast roud where, after he had run out of bullets, tried to make a Geronimo jump over a ditch in an effort to capture the flag, but alas I was waiting(scared outf my mind) at the bottom of this ditch hoping that I wouldnt be shot. Well I was lucky, as he jumped I managed to shoot him in the leg, he fell then  me and demanded my ammo!

Mr Montie perhaps sustained the worst injuries as he landed in a tight squeeze where my sister had the perfect position to shoot him and she did, at close range. Paintballs are not fun, in fact they leave horrible purple welts that are pretty sensitive to the touch.

Ze German played a very tactical game, taking captives, blocking enemies coming from all sides and getting the women to work together as he ended up with us on more than one occasion. In the last round we were able to use his skill to win the game.

Minki was pretty fearless…pushing forward in order to capture the flag.

My sister and I had te same idea, stay put and look after the flag, which is what we tried our best to do.

That said, Paintball is definitely a winter sport. Once all your gear is on, you literally start sweating buckets. It is nasty. Trying to sit and wait for your enemy to sneak up on you, you have sweat literally dripping into your eyes,you clothes are left soaking wet, and it feels like you have lost hundreds of pounds.

Other than the welts, it was great fun, it got our adrenaline pumping and is a definite must, at least once in your life!

That afternoon it was off to a Homecoming party, where we were able to chill and enjoy great conversation and awesome music. The food was great…in fact I have to get the spinach salad recipe…oh my soul it was absolutely devine! We also hada couple of moments with Jeffrey, yeah, he was there too, how do we know….by the call of the birds….kaaa kaaa!

The Minks and I then did something almost entirely unheard of….we went home and were in bed early. But there is always a reason…and this was becuase the following day was the much anticipated bungee jump! This time we wanted to finish the job as the rain interfered with the First Attempt.

We were all up birght and early to go through to Orlando Towers in Soweto. We were a little worried as the morning was heavily overcast, which if it rained, would yet again postpone our bungee jump, which would’ve been completely unacceptable. So off we rushed to get there in time, we got there, already a little bitof liquid courage under our belts. We were told to register immediately because of the impending rain. So off we went to sign our lives away and get weighed and then strapped in. It was then time to go up in the elevator, where we were a little worried as the actually had an elevator repairman working on it with insulation tape. Up we went, right to te top again, where the heavens decided to be kind and the sun shone through.

Minki, being the one with the greatest fear was told to go first by us. It cant have been easy, in fact, I realize it must’ve been almost impossibly hard to do, but after encouragement ad a few tears, she took the leap into space and fell 100m until the rope bounced her back up and down again…Kaaaa Kaaaa!

No one had to tell Duff to jump twice, he jumped off and into the nothingness no problem, but lot his car keys, which thankfully sailed to the mat below. My sister was up next but after seeingte incident with Duff’s keys, realised she had one loose item she had not taken care of.

Her glass eye!

She was about to put it into her bra but luckily they had a special bag they attached to the bungee rope for such occasions(but doubtfully ever before for an eye!)

My sister jumped and then it was me, and for a few moments I actually considered not jumping. My heart was beating a little faster and I realised that I was frightened. Hell it was a long way down!

I got to te patform where they ran through the safety checks swiftly and asked me to stand on the edge with my toes slightly over…well my body did not want this at all, butI raised my chin and stuck my arms in front of me……and jumped!

For the first few moments when you are free falling and you see the ground rushing up to your face at an impossible speed…well…thats when I thought I was going to die! But then te cord pulls you back up and you feel like you are flying, a totally intense feeling, adrenaline coursing through your veins…totally insane. You the go hurtling to the ground again, and I tried to back peddle as much as possible but, gravity says no.

I was lowered to the ground, my body flooded with excitement and acheivement…I had done it, we all had done it….AMAZING…no….EPIC!

We spent the rest of the day celebrating this great achievement.

What an awesome weekend, spent with great friends, old and new and crossing off items from my Bucket List…one by one.

Yes, a fantastic time was had indeed.

Love Sucks: East Meets North

So yesterday was Valentine’s Day and as we all know I was in far too good a mood.

My plans for the evening were to go to the Love Sucks Party at Jet in Northgate with my wing woman Minki (www.minkipraat.wordpress.com). We both got off a little earlier from work so that we could doll ourselves up for the occasion. The only real hassle being we had to travel all the way from Benoni to Northgate at rush hour. I must say I have never seen so much of Johannesburg as I did yesterday evening. I would normally hit the highway, but under Mink’s guidance we went her route, nothing wrong with that, and we didn’t get lost…High Five please.

We arrived at the Event just in time for the doors to open. Unfortunately there was no speed dating(which I would like to still try sometime) but there was a Lock and Key Game which was pretty cool. As registered “VIPS” the ladies were given locks and the men keys. The aim was to go looking for your “Match” and thene awarded with a prize. it was a great way to meet and start up conversations. Both Minks and I were able to find our “matches”, claimed our prizes(she opted for a wireless pair of headphones and I opted for a 5fm T Shirt).

There was a message wall where we were able to put messages up, where we were quiteshcked to see many my girls BBM pins…now call me crazy but that is crazy! There were a few love games on the stage and the music was phenomenal…and as much as I love Avicii…I don’t think I have ever heard as many different remixes of Levels ever in one night…it was truly insane…but made for great dancing music!

And dancing we did plenty of! Thankfully the dress code was “Smart with Slippers” so there were no foot injuries incurred…but my head is feeling a little sore(and who knows why…hehehehe).

We did meet guys…a few…some nice, some not so nice. It was the funniest thing asmost of the people there were from the North, it was quite a hoot for us ladies of the East to be mixing with a different type of crowd…but fun most definitely!

The big question is: does Love really suck?

No, not really.

And if I’m single over Valentine’s next year, you know where I’m going to be at.

 

Beware…Ginga’s and Ninja’s Ahead!

As much as I’d like to High Five my liver for yet another awesome weekend, it has gone on strike. In fact it’s not talking to me anymore and not taking my calls. I don’t know whether it has just decided to ignore me or if it has actually run away and found residence in a tee totaler. I wouldn’t be surprised. In fact I’m about to run away from me.

Friday evening was a fairly quiet one, if you consider having your new boss over, who the makes the meanest curry you have ever tasted, I literally ate myself into oblivion. It was not a pretty sight.

Mostof Saturday mornnig was spent lazing about, spending some quality tme with my daughter and mother. That evening was when all the craziness started. What do you expect when it is a Ginger Scotsman’s birthday?

Well, contrary to popular belief, Ginger’s do have friends and a hooligan bunch at that. Most I had met before, as it was a birthday there were copiuos amount of alcohol, in fact perhaps a little too much…no not really…because there is never enough alcohol is there? Again my liver would protest to that especially when it comes to the chocolate tequila. Or the Poncho’s, or the Archers, or the Jagermeister.

And when it comes to chocolate tequila you had better watch out. It tastes so great that you cant help but have another and another and another….and the next thing you know you end up talking about evolution and God and politics and all sorts of other things that are perhaps better left said when you sober.

A few of my friends I havent seen in a while and were quite shocked that I had put my boxing gloves up and was no longer beating people up in my spare time. Well this led to an awkward situation where I had to show a couple of men my triangle choking skills…well it didn’t fair too well.

Let me make it clear that I was not out to hurt anyone and I only tried this on willing participants. I also made sure to explain that if at any time they felt they wanted to get out of it to just ”Tap Out”.

I will also mention this is a very bad idea when too many shots have been going around.

The first man for a spin was a personal trainer friend of mine.  I did the lock and as everyone watched I applied some pressure. Well, instead of tpping me on the arm, he attempted to tap me on my leg, instead of my arm, which I was completely oblivious to. So it was up to the spectators to jump in and let me know the guy wanted out. Well it was close as he almost passed out.

The other spectators were all wary of me now and chose not to volunteer, except for Wes, who bravely came forward as the next victim. Well Wes took it very well, so well in fact that the passed out, and no he did not tap out, not even when everyone watching cried for himo do so. I had a snooze for a couple of seconds before he “woke up” again. Needless to say I chose not to choke anyone else that evening.

Ther was a woman there with the most awesome tattoo’s…which has me itching for another…so watch this space!

There was a casualty as well, when one of the ladiestried to help one of he guys from falling over, where she ended up falling and cutting her chin open. It was off to the hospital and five stitches later she came back a little high from the anaestethic they gave her.

Other that that here was lots of dancing,great music, a smoke machine, disco lights, shooting some pool and lots of talk…an awesome party all in all…even for a Ginger called Duff ;).

All I can say is that I am slightly relieved the weekend is over so that my poor liver can recover, but then I realize that tomorrow evening is the Love Sucks event. and then I think about the comng weekend…and I realize that my liver hasevery excuse to go AWOL.

Go Vertical or Go Home!

Every muscle in my body hates me right now, my legs, my arms, my ass, my heart, every one of them are on strike, doing a toi toi, demanding that I stop punishing them with strenous exercise, dancing and booze.

The weekend started innocently enough with a quiet evening planned at my mother’s place. My sister and I arrived with the fullest intentions of making a scrumptious meal for my mother. But the road to hell is paved with good intentions, and next thing you know we were at Dros drinking tequila. We met up with a cousin and spoke and laughed and drank and even got a little “deep”, which is allowed every now and then. We got back home a little before or after twelve, where I think I went to bed.

I awoke at 5am the following morning, a little late in getting ready for a kloofing adventure for my cousin, Jackie’s bachelorette party. It was a long trip to Bergheim, but we were in “Moms Taxi”(a minibus service for special events and travelling www.momstaxi.co.za). The entire trip reminded me of veldschool days back when we were young and free. The bridesmaids had gone through alot of effort to make sure that everyone had enough to eat and drink, from making muffins and sandwiches and packing energy bars and mini kit kats into our  lunch packs.

Very well done ladies.

Half way through we had to stop at a Wimpy in Magaliesburg to meet and follow the guides to Bergheim(where the kloofing was to be done). It was funny seeing 10+ women stampede out the bus and head for the nearest toilet, on the way passing cyclists and a group of bikers….and thats when it dawned on my cousin Chenelle and I that this was perhaps the perfect setting for a horror movie…and thats where it all went downhill.

On arrival, we soon realized this was not going to be just a walk in the park. From the above picture you can see that the kloof was accessible only by doing some serious hiking and then a climb up the to the first treeline, then into the kloof where we had to negotiate rocks, slippery surfaces and awkward spots that ranged from easy to difficult to get through.

We stopped for lunch in a little spot of sunshine where myself and my cousin discussed the horror movie angle. Since we were out in the middle of nowhere we likened our tale to something out of Wrong Turn or The Hills Have Eyes, where a bunch of women(us) are obviously going to get attacked by a bunch of mutated zombie hillbillies(turned zombie from the radiated spring water). There were more tha nough pleaces for the hillbillies to attack, hl it was so funny, even the mostly serious mountain guide with us had to crack a hillbilly joke here and there.

In the spirit of the whole extreme sport theme I have going this year, I was eager to try everyting, which often led me to being the first in line for the more difficult items on the kloofing list such as the Abseiling, which was about a20 or so metre drop through a waterfall. It was absolutely stunning. The going was a little difficult for someone that has only atempted abseiling only once ever before, at least 15 years ago, but great fun, I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Everone managed the abseil, many happy to have it done, I believe a few definitely conquered their fears and others believed this would be the first and last time doing such a thing.

We then made our journey down, although going was not as easy as it may seem. I sustained a couple of scrapes and bruises on the way down myself but it was well worth it.

The last challenge of the day was a 5m rock jump into a crystal clear pool of water(nothing like the not so fresh waters of Poo Falls where we almost attempted the same type of jump). All the ladies weren’t too keen onjumping but a few said they would be slightly more convinced if I said and did the jump. Well, I was a little frightened, but then a voice in my head said why the hell not, the worst that could happen was that  could break a leg, which for me, is worse than living with the regret of not doing it. So I jumped. I screamed. I went into the cool waters and erupted from them feeling alive, more so tha I have so far this year.

I fell in love with the entire experience. The hiking, the abseiling, the quiet moments enjoying the peace and beauty of the nature that surrounded us. I was able to sit and reflect on my life, these first few weeks of this new year, and all the great things planned for the upcoming months.

There will be photos coming soon…so watch this space.

Saturday evening, although pretty exhausted from a day in the kloof, I had to hurredly prepare for my cousins formal party at Rhapsody’s where I enjoyed a scrumptious meal. And there again I had todash of t a previous commitment, which ultimately ended me up at Hi Flyerz, where the idiots were out in full force! Really the dance moves from some were enough to make me gag repeatedly. But eventually the music improved a hundred fold and we were able to party the night away.

It wasnt soon enough tat  found my bed and slipped off to sleep, if only for a couple of hours.

Sunday, the Minks and I had a yard sale that fizzled a little and we ended up sleeping our hangovers away in the shade under the hot summer sun.

All in all a great weekend…other than all the aches and pains I am sure I will survive.

A big thanks to Go Vertical Adventures (www.govertical.co.za) for a truly unforgettable and addictive experience.

Next…

PS: Sadly NO Zombie Hillbillies appeared, so the Horror movie failed dismally :(

It’s The Weekend Baby!

Weekend is here again….time to make bad decisions, let your hair down, be a little reckless and spontaneous. I can smell it’s going to be a good one!

Remember to have a Ripper!

 

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.

You, Me and Cuervo…Now!

Move over everyone, the Goose has herself a new best friend, if you could call Tequila a best friend.

Tequila I have known through the years, we were never really mates but now and then we used to party hard together, who could forget bodyshots on the bar counter at the tender age of 18? But we parted ways. Jose Cuervo was a hooligan and for a while I set aside my dancing shoes and became the tame housewife of Benoni. Jose understood. He waited patiently, knowing I needed that time.

To cut a dreadfully long and boring story short, it is afterall Saturday and I am sure manyof you have more important things to do than read my blog, like go to the farm or rustle up Oppi Koppi supplies(which is in fact what I will be doing later).

Tequila and I re acquiented ourselves with each other last night. Yes, I have had a few shots in the 4 months since my divorce but Jose just never did it for me, until, like I say, last night. He was there and my friends introduced me once again. And if tequila were a person, well he’d probably be like my friend, Schalk, sarcastic and a little thorny around the edges. Not to everyones taste becuase you can never be quite sure if he is being serious with you(I’d like to think that it’s mental warfare all the way, and as soon as you start thinking he is serious, wel, that’s when you are in deep deep shit). The same goes for Tequila, you cannot be deathly serious and have a shot, you are either hardcore, downing it clean, or like me, the sissy that I am, you use salt and a little lemon.

There are two routes you can go with Tequila…you can either dance your ass off or you can hug your toilet bowl. I prefer the dancing your ass off option personally, but when it comes to Jose it is a lucky dip, because you never know when that one will be the one sending you retching your lungs out.

Last night Jose and I came to an understanding. he shall be there for me through thick and thin, but mostly when its Nicci time. He shall stand by me where other drinks shall fall short. He shall help me in my quest for the next blackout. He shall party right there with me. But he shall never be there for me in the morning. No, Tequila, I’m sad to say, will not be there to hold your hand while your head is pounding and your body is aching,oh no, tequila does not like morning afters. But hey, you have to accept it for what it is. You have to take the good with the bad.

But what is true, Tequila will always be there when needed.

Just one, two, three…oh fuck it….four shots away.

Happy New Year!

I’d like to say I’ve been too terribly busy to write a new years post…but it’s more like it has taken me 4 days to recover from the New Years Party. Not that there were loads of people, it was actually just a small crowd, but that doesn’t mean we didn’t rip the ring out of it.

The party was hosted at Minki’s house and began with a”tame” game of 30 seconds…well not really…we had to add a drinking rule and that we did. There were alot of good laughs with the men pitted against the women. At one stage us girls “threw” a couple of rounds just so that we could drink a little more. As for who won? Well the women of course. Not to say that the men didn’t make a valiant effort.

There was drinking,laughter, dancing, a fire that kicked ass until the heavens decided to open and a frank kitchen discussion that had the Minkster(www.minkipraat.wordpress.com) blushing. As the clock struck we all had sparklers thanks to Minks…a cute little touch that was pretty awesome…although I was unable to light mine(I’m blaming the alcohol here). There was an escapade in a car that has left my shoulder a little bruised and a game of Kings that left a table cloth stained with wine.

I fiercely maintain that the bigger the hangover is…the better the party…well this one was huge, all of us suffered on the first day of the year. It was really and truly awesome to lie in the sun and bake, heads pounding, having the occasional dip in the pool and then later to chill and watch the sometimes if not gross antics of “Kenny vs Spenny”(although that didnt help any of our stomachs much when it came to the humiliations).

Regardless of how you bought in the New Year I do hope it was a happy one. If you’ve made resolutions I hope you can stick to them, and even if you don’t, it’s never too late to change no matter what day of the year. Take each day as it comes, some may be spectacularly great and some may be spectacularly bad. There will be changes and some things will remain the same.

If anything this year, resolve to live each day as if it were your last. Get things done, smile, cry, do what needs to be done. Help a friend, ask for help. Take chances, start a retirement fund, skydive, get married, get divorced…dance until your feet are broken, laugh until you cannot speak, open up to the experiences this year has for you.

Happy New Year!

 

Roadblocks and Shooters

Christmas Eve and I am still recovering from Thursday evening, yesterday I was much too hungover to even contemplate writing about my misadventures.

A little breakdown on the week thus far. I had my baby girl with me and we spent some quality time with family, we also had an early Christmas for her in Jozi, due to the fact that she is spending the “real” Christmas day with her father at the coast. I wasn’t entirely happy about the situation and I miss my girl like crazy but I have to accept the fact that this is what it is going to be like for a very long time. I had to take her to the airport with my ex mother in law and I was very emotional to say the least.

Arrangements were made to see the boyfriend, but due to unforeseen circumstances and a broken pinkie he was unable to make it. On top of having had to say goodbye to my daughter I wasn’t in the best of moods. So my sister and I arranged for a bit of a night out. Her boyfriend, Duff, is in Scotland for the Christmas and New Year period.

We started our evening off at Cool Runnings but quickly left as we felt a little “old” for the crowd that was there…this led to us going to Tappetville(aka Hi Flyers), where we had a couple of drinks. We were soon ready to leave there as well, as I couldn’t much stand seeing so many scrawny guys wearing Tapout and UFC shirts….boys are you trying to compensate for something?

We then met up with Mr and Mrs Lavis and then did what any self respecting Boksburger would do(thought to be honest the only current resident of Boksburg is my sister) and got horribly drunk…it all started with Ponchos tequila, then Suitcases(Jack Daniels and Passion Fruit shooters) and copious amounts of Springbokkies(Amarula and Peppermint liquer shooters). I

Needless to say there are blanks(again!). But overall a “Moerse Jol”(huge party).

Eventually at God knows what hour it was time to go home, and though we rarely do this we had to drive completely and utterly under the influence of what feels like the whole bar. I am never proud to do this as I know there are dire consequences to drinking and driving.

Such was the case on this evening, as at 3am sometime that morning while my sister and I were driving home we drove straight into a roadblock and were told to pull over.

At this time I knew we were fucked. I was smashed, wasted, pissed and fubar(fucked up beyond all recognition). And as I pulled straight onto the pavement I started preparing myself for my first ass raping in jail.

The officer peered into the car and asked where we were going, to which I said I was taking my sister home, he then asked for my drivers licence and after some scrambling through the “Black Hole”(my handbag which seems to eat everything I put in there) I found it and passed it to the officer. He had a look and handed it back to me….and then….

He told us we could be on our way.

WHAT!?

I literally did a double, no triple take. I wanted to, for a very brief second, grab the officer and shake him rudely shouting “Can you not SEE how drunk we are?”. But that was maybe a split second. I hastily(okay, maybe not so hastily) pulled away, where my sister and I breathed a HUGE sigh of relief. And then we did what anyone would do straight after having a brush with the law….we went to McDonalds and ordered 10 freaking chicken burgers? Err…yes…we are still tryng to figure that one out…but I think it had something to do with telling the poor staff of our ordeal with the law.

Next morning I woke up head pounding and stomach churning. My sister was dreadfully late for work and had to have an ice cold shower as I had neglected to put the geyser on the evening before. It made my morning listening to her hungover shrieks as she attempted to shower.

I also had to work…and it was the most dreadful time of my life. It was hot and I was sweating alcohol from every pore in my body. Needless to say it was a very unproductive day. Thank God for the chicken burgers though…they really did hit the right spot.

Friday evening began with my sister and I trying the “Old Hair of Dog” remedy, but after it took 2 hours to drink my daquiri I gave up. We turned to getting dvds, but the Postma sisters have impeccable timing and we drove through a torrential downpour and got pretty wet getting the movies…btw…”Resident” with Hilary Swank is a super freaking horrible creepy movie, if you haven’t seen it go get it.

Today I still feel like crap…I’m hoping to feel better after some breakfast.

PS: We are convinced that the only reason the police did not in fact arrest me is because I was taking my sister home, which implied that I was sober, dragged out of bed to come fetch my lush of a family member from the pub. We have now concluded that from now on when we do get horribly drunk there will be a set of pajamas, gown and slippers put on before leaving said pub, so as to make this story more legible.

PPS: No really, we do know the dangers of drinking and driving…don’t do it, it’s really bad for you and the other drivers on the road.

Rocketeering, Gangsta’s, and a Birthday…

So…I didn’t end up at the coast. After an emotional evening it was decided I would remain in Jozi…Woohoo!

It been a pretty eventful time since deciding to stay up here and all of it good…no…awesome.

Friday the 16th was my sisters birthday, so we had a good old fashioned piss up…you know…the one where you start dancing and singing along to Bon Jovi…there was also a little bit of karaoke but I do believe that I broke the machine or a few eardrums…I can’t be too sure which. It was a great time, a bit wild, but with a few Scots in the mix, it always tends to get a little bit crazy.I was also almost involved in a cage fight with my god brother…but I decided to save him the embarassment of having his ass kicked by a girl.

Saturday I was invited to witness Schalk and Jaco’s Rocketeering(to catch up on previous episodes you can check it out @    http://www.youtube.com/user/Groendakkies).

Put simply, they cook homemade rocket fuel, drink alot and then attempt to launch, up to this point the rocket has had performance problems, but really, the making of it is hysterical. And live it is so much better.

I think it has already been established that The Wild West has no brakes. And as always, this time was no different. A game of Kings got us nicely stukkend, especially when the ‘strafdop’ (penalty drink) is a mix of Sambuca and Tequila Jack. There were also other shooters but they were avoided like the plague(by me at least). The rest of the evening was mostly talking(of which I was mostly to blame…apparently I can talk ALOT).

Which reminds me of a famous quote…Silence is Golden, Duct tape is Silver…and I am sure that Jaco, Schalk and Marius would have loved to have used some duct tape to shut me up that night.

The next morning we were rudely awakened by the fact that Silent Bob’s wallet was missing. After an endless search for said wallet,i was eventuall recovered and Bob could smile again. Jaco prepped the rockets while his super enthusiastic partner, Schalk, did as little as possible….his ass was glued to the La Z Boy the entire morning. I found it difficult to get up myself. In fact it was difficult to do anything from lying still, sitting still, talking, not talking, eating, not eating…everything I did was a sad attempt…

After preparations we could leave and shoot some rockets. Let me tell you, you get some really weird and concerned looks from people when driving by with a rocket in your hand(can anyone say Terrorist much?). We went to a remote area give or take 10km from Roodepoort…but more on the give side…and boy was it a scorcher…why we actully needed to ingite the rockets is beyond me, that’s how hot it was.

Rocket number One was an explosive, and we were pretty lucky not to be hit by shrapnel(the closest piece must’ve been around 2m from where we were standing). The next rocket the men were able to “launch” 3 times. Once there was a little airtime for the rocket, the other two launches were more about making a “big boom”. I must say there is alot of fun in the ‘uncertainty’ of shooting homemade rockets. You feel young and somewhat reckless and obviously there is an element of danger. But please kids…do not try this at home…

Better luck next time boys.

As tired as I was I did not get lost whatsoever coming back from Roodepoort. So all in all a weekend without getting lost…HUGE SUCCESS!

Is it too gushy to say tha I’m loving life at the moment?

Well I am.