Okay, its Tuesday, I have finally recovered sufficiently to be effective at work. Must be getting old...
Saturday afternoon was awful. Hockey match vs Fishoek was terrible. Probably the worst I have ever played. I couldn't do anything. I missed the ball, I kicked it, I couldn't run, I couldn't hit... what a laugh. The Hoekers are a bunch of twats tho, extremely rude and unpleasant to play against. We hammered them 4-2, with Gong's Black Pearl in sublime form once again, scoring a hat-trick. We ended up giving them an extra goal to help them not get demoted out of M4 league as the club is really struggling... How nice are we...
After the gane I had to do my 2 wins in a row captain's down-down. I could not get through the second one. I tried, but the gag reflex kicked in and there was no way down. Stumbled home and sat stairing at the TV.
Write off of a Saturday night after LG had been for lunch (straight after breakfast). He'd had fish tartar, lambs kidneys and lots of wine. He ended up getting really sick. What a laugh. In bed by 9pm.
Sunday we had a leasurely breakfast. LG's bakke then wouldn't start so he took wifeberry's car and was just in time for dessert with his family. We eventually went off to SvR's house for the First episode of SURVIVOR SA, PANAMA, with host MARK BAYLY!
How cool. I'm not a major survivor fan, but I thought it was brilliant. Mark handled things really well, even tho he looked pretty nervous. During the ad breaks, we had a Q&A session with him which was incredibly interesting. We found out all sorts of bits and pieces that you didn't see.
Anyway, what a weekend. I am glad he has gone, although I do miss the bastard.
Spud is now 9 1/2 weeks!!! and growing!
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Crazy Weekend part 1
Well, I am exhuasted. My body is wrecked, my brain is fried and my liver has taken up refuge in my colon. What a crazy weekend with my mate Lui-Gat!
It started with a hangover on Friday after Thursday night's 3am sit up and talk shit session. So, the only thing to do was go for lunch. Off to Caveau for lunch where we had a lovely bottle of wine to get the liver going, and a fantastic Jean Sandwhich. Stumbled back to work where I had to pretend to actually get things done. Haven't felt that busy for ages, altho it could have been due to the fact that I was moving in slow mo. Anyway, escaped work early to get home, pick up Wifeberry, LG and West, then head back in to town to Winex for some wine tasting. Just what my liver needed!
Wandered round the show tasting some of the best wines we produce, Ernie Els, Meerlust Rubicon 2001, Hamilton Russell Chardonney (the fully wooded one was like chewing on a forrest!!), Springfield incredibly dissapointing Life from Stone (what the hell happened to last years big seller), and a bunch more. Eventually, the tongue goes numb, and the teeth go red, and all you want is a beer!
Then we headed off for Dinner, along with wine fundi mate G. Relish was the restuarant of choice where we had a great meal, apart from my steak which was served cold. Once hot, it was awesome. Beer, more wine, Jagermeisters and the obligatory dbl vodka tonics in the bar upstairs... Started feeling bullet proof, which is not a good thing.
Wifeberry eventually dragged us home as she an poor Spud were pretty exhausted.
We go home an decided that it would be a good idea to pull out the vodka and drink Vodka lime and sodas, Vodka Limes and eventually straight vodkas until 5:30am!!! Holeee crap!
I woke up on Saturday and felt like my heart was going to jump out of my eyes and that the bergie blanket had got stuck round my tongue. My teeth felt like they needed a shave, and my eyes bled uncontrollably... So, off for a big breakfast at Franck Dangeroux's new spot in Noordhoek.
I don;t know what it is about LG and me. We are so different, but get on so well. We have different views on things, but somehow agree on most. And comfortable silences are not a problem at all. He is a true friend, who really cares. And we obviously mean something to him. When he told his mom about spud, he phoned her and said, "Guess what? I am going to be an Uncle again!" His mom was very confused thinking that his sister was preggers again. But how cool is that. We are like brothers.
Anyway, Part 11 of the weekend to follow, including Survivor Sunday with the host Mark Bayly!
It started with a hangover on Friday after Thursday night's 3am sit up and talk shit session. So, the only thing to do was go for lunch. Off to Caveau for lunch where we had a lovely bottle of wine to get the liver going, and a fantastic Jean Sandwhich. Stumbled back to work where I had to pretend to actually get things done. Haven't felt that busy for ages, altho it could have been due to the fact that I was moving in slow mo. Anyway, escaped work early to get home, pick up Wifeberry, LG and West, then head back in to town to Winex for some wine tasting. Just what my liver needed!
Wandered round the show tasting some of the best wines we produce, Ernie Els, Meerlust Rubicon 2001, Hamilton Russell Chardonney (the fully wooded one was like chewing on a forrest!!), Springfield incredibly dissapointing Life from Stone (what the hell happened to last years big seller), and a bunch more. Eventually, the tongue goes numb, and the teeth go red, and all you want is a beer!
Then we headed off for Dinner, along with wine fundi mate G. Relish was the restuarant of choice where we had a great meal, apart from my steak which was served cold. Once hot, it was awesome. Beer, more wine, Jagermeisters and the obligatory dbl vodka tonics in the bar upstairs... Started feeling bullet proof, which is not a good thing.
Wifeberry eventually dragged us home as she an poor Spud were pretty exhausted.
We go home an decided that it would be a good idea to pull out the vodka and drink Vodka lime and sodas, Vodka Limes and eventually straight vodkas until 5:30am!!! Holeee crap!
I woke up on Saturday and felt like my heart was going to jump out of my eyes and that the bergie blanket had got stuck round my tongue. My teeth felt like they needed a shave, and my eyes bled uncontrollably... So, off for a big breakfast at Franck Dangeroux's new spot in Noordhoek.
I don;t know what it is about LG and me. We are so different, but get on so well. We have different views on things, but somehow agree on most. And comfortable silences are not a problem at all. He is a true friend, who really cares. And we obviously mean something to him. When he told his mom about spud, he phoned her and said, "Guess what? I am going to be an Uncle again!" His mom was very confused thinking that his sister was preggers again. But how cool is that. We are like brothers.
Anyway, Part 11 of the weekend to follow, including Survivor Sunday with the host Mark Bayly!
Friday, September 01, 2006
Brother from another Mother
My long lost brother, Lui-gat, arrived yesterday to stay with us till Sunday. A short visit out from that muddy island off the coast of France, but awesome to see him none-the less. The only problem is that we have lots to catch up on and so ended up talking shit and drinkin 3 bottles of wine till 3 o'clock in the morning.
There were so many funny conversations that I wanted to blog for prosperity, but due to the hazy state of my brain, I am struggling to remember what was said.
Apparently his mother, who is the reason why he is visiting SA, called him middle aged which we found completely hilarious, but unfortunately it is nearly true. We are definately mere shadows of our former six-packed, tanned, fit and healthy selves. Okay so we were never that fit or healthy, but we were definately less rotund... The fact that the hair is going grey and the premature balding can no longer be called premature, is definately a sad state of affairs. And so we reminisced about the old days, and had some bizarre conversations about the twisted life of a restaurant manager in the UK.
LG's housemate Blanche is a raving queen who has been witness to some pretty bizarre and disturbing things. He went to a S&M party at this huge nightclub where he saw (and I hope did not have anything to do with) some guy getting fisted by a woman in a plastic nurse's outfit... I don't even want to attempt to figure out why on earth somebody would actually think that that could be some kind of turn on... Psychologists would have a tough time with these ppl.
I am fairly open minded, despite being brought up in an education system based on Afrikaaner Dutch Reformed values, but I just cannot get my head around S&M...
Anyway, the Spring has Sprung, the grass has rise, I wonder when my hangover is going to subside...
Spud is 9 weeks today! How awesome. And Wifeberry liked her pressie, even tho her initial reaction was completely weird! She is so cute cos she gets all shy and embarressed in front of ppl.
Happy Spring
There were so many funny conversations that I wanted to blog for prosperity, but due to the hazy state of my brain, I am struggling to remember what was said.
Apparently his mother, who is the reason why he is visiting SA, called him middle aged which we found completely hilarious, but unfortunately it is nearly true. We are definately mere shadows of our former six-packed, tanned, fit and healthy selves. Okay so we were never that fit or healthy, but we were definately less rotund... The fact that the hair is going grey and the premature balding can no longer be called premature, is definately a sad state of affairs. And so we reminisced about the old days, and had some bizarre conversations about the twisted life of a restaurant manager in the UK.
LG's housemate Blanche is a raving queen who has been witness to some pretty bizarre and disturbing things. He went to a S&M party at this huge nightclub where he saw (and I hope did not have anything to do with) some guy getting fisted by a woman in a plastic nurse's outfit... I don't even want to attempt to figure out why on earth somebody would actually think that that could be some kind of turn on... Psychologists would have a tough time with these ppl.
I am fairly open minded, despite being brought up in an education system based on Afrikaaner Dutch Reformed values, but I just cannot get my head around S&M...
Anyway, the Spring has Sprung, the grass has rise, I wonder when my hangover is going to subside...
Spud is 9 weeks today! How awesome. And Wifeberry liked her pressie, even tho her initial reaction was completely weird! She is so cute cos she gets all shy and embarressed in front of ppl.
Happy Spring
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