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.