So i am heading off to Cape Town tomorrow, well Stellenbosch actually, for a long time friend of mine's wedding. The trip has me in high hopes of extremely good times, as well as the chance of catching my favorite right hand wedge. Oh please let them roll in.
other than that, not much news. My french mate Gregoireis coming over with his girlfriend next month. So that will be a good excuse to get road tripping somewhere to show them some of this country that we call home. I'm thinking St Francis. But hey time will tell.
Wednesday, 25 November 2009
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
Birthday Weekend
So this last weekend was the weekend that i celebrate my 25th year in this mad mad world that we live in. The lack of a house forced me to give up on my dreams of hosting a beer pong championship. So instead we had pre-drinks at the flat, and then attended drum and bass at the Willowvale. With a solid crew in support, a good night was on the cards. Wow.....if only i can remember most of it. Bits and pieces of the night are slowly coming back to me, but the main thing i remember is losing my mind on the dancefloor, and walking home. Oh yes, and just before walking home, myself and Arn were waiting on the back of a bakkie for a lift home. Well Stu told us the dude was giving us a lift home, but all we got was a guy telling us to get off in french...... nice.
The walk home was intense. i doubled the distance because of my side to side walking style i had going for me. But we made it none the less, and it did not take me long to pass out on the floor.
My phone rang way to early. had a chat with my mom, but i was still drunk, so i fell back asleep. But of course because it was my birthday the phone kept ringing. i eventually got up and we made a move to Stu's house to sit in the sun and lounge around the pool. Good choice! A few vodka drinks and some afternoon entertainment from the deep diving sausage dog got me back on my vibe. The dog was amazing though. Dove into the pool like an Olympic diver! We shot off a few Polaroid snaps.....
Then after the summer pool session we moved back to the Bandwagon and i indulged in an almost all night afternoon nap. But i managed to get myself up and have a few beers before moving out to Thunder to have my "actual" birthday get together. A good bunch of friendly faces showed up and quite a bit of liquid gold went down our throats. Some solid banter kept me entertained until we eventually called it a night. A short trip home with Jaxpanik keeping us company over the car stereo, and i was back on the couch. Another good night in the Dirtbin.
Sunday was almost non existent for me. Woke up at half 3 and just chilled on the couch. But it was definitely the call of the day to help recover from a weekend full of good times.
Oh Monday. Why do you have to come so soon........
The walk home was intense. i doubled the distance because of my side to side walking style i had going for me. But we made it none the less, and it did not take me long to pass out on the floor.
My phone rang way to early. had a chat with my mom, but i was still drunk, so i fell back asleep. But of course because it was my birthday the phone kept ringing. i eventually got up and we made a move to Stu's house to sit in the sun and lounge around the pool. Good choice! A few vodka drinks and some afternoon entertainment from the deep diving sausage dog got me back on my vibe. The dog was amazing though. Dove into the pool like an Olympic diver! We shot off a few Polaroid snaps.....
Then after the summer pool session we moved back to the Bandwagon and i indulged in an almost all night afternoon nap. But i managed to get myself up and have a few beers before moving out to Thunder to have my "actual" birthday get together. A good bunch of friendly faces showed up and quite a bit of liquid gold went down our throats. Some solid banter kept me entertained until we eventually called it a night. A short trip home with Jaxpanik keeping us company over the car stereo, and i was back on the couch. Another good night in the Dirtbin.
Sunday was almost non existent for me. Woke up at half 3 and just chilled on the couch. But it was definitely the call of the day to help recover from a weekend full of good times.
Oh Monday. Why do you have to come so soon........
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
All Hallows Eve
Well this weekend was one to be looked forward to. Wes and Sam got back from Cape Town, and Halloween party at Sio and Tash's house on saturday. One minor problem. i was meant to be a little choir boy all weekend.
i Managed to make an appearance at Thunder road on friday after my choir shenanigans had ended. There was a good crowd. Was too good to se old Wes and sam again. Marki was out for the 1st time in ages too. i decidied to make it an early one though, had to be up early for my second day of choir at Crawford College.
Choir went well, but i managed to sneak off early so that i could get a bit messy at the halloween party. Amy arrived with the rest of my outfit, so i suited up and began my night of drinking. i also looked like a loon!That is me attempting to look like a strongman from yesteryear. And yes, the Mustache is real.
The party did not take long to get into full swing, with the music pumping (even though it was shit) and the drinks flowing, people were mingling and showing off their best moves on the carpeted dance floor. The variety of outfits lifted the mood as everyone drank themselves into a festive stupor. Before we knew it, it was time to head out to burn to go see the yearly migration of people who dont normally go to burn, but will because its halloween. But we hit a snag. The Que was longer than a presidential acceptance speech. So we decided to hit up the worst club in the world.... Clapham. After stopping in at a shebeen on Umgeni road (Ed made the best entrance i have ever seen in my life, dressed as batman. the locals were stunned to say the least), our hopes and dreams were shattered when the bouncer swiftly declined our entrance into the marvelous fun land, because we crossed the street (and Stu and Dane had quarts. But thats neither here nor there). So myself, Stu and tash decided to walk to 80's. What a good idea...... About 200m from the entrance Stu decides to call a cab, so we jump in and drive to the parking lot. Then as i get out he decides that it would be better to head back to the Clap. So we do.
Back in the Que and things are going well, except Stu gets bounced again. he assures us all is good and he will get it, so myslef and Tash enter the Devil pit. A bit of dancing goes down. i bump into Zol Duthie. Some more dancing goes down. i lose everyone.......
After walking the club through about 100 times i eventually get a vantage point on the balcony and spot Amy on the dance floor. i managed to run through the club and get to her and the rest of my associates before they moved on. A few boogies went down, then the decision to bail was made. one problem. Tasha was missing. So i scoured the club. i came up with nothing. A group decision was made. We were moving on.
A short but eventful taxi ride back to Amy's house had me in stitches. Stu was a right old drunk mess. After much arguing he decided he was going back to Westville, and continued to shout Westville at the top of his lungs at least until the Taxi was out of ear shot. But we were finally at a place of rest. I could peel off the ladies swimming costume i had been wearing the whole night and give my boys some air. A good chill out was had on the balcony in the company of a hubly and some smashing sampoerenas.
The night was done.
Here are some images to gaze at.
i Managed to make an appearance at Thunder road on friday after my choir shenanigans had ended. There was a good crowd. Was too good to se old Wes and sam again. Marki was out for the 1st time in ages too. i decidied to make it an early one though, had to be up early for my second day of choir at Crawford College.
Choir went well, but i managed to sneak off early so that i could get a bit messy at the halloween party. Amy arrived with the rest of my outfit, so i suited up and began my night of drinking. i also looked like a loon!That is me attempting to look like a strongman from yesteryear. And yes, the Mustache is real.
The party did not take long to get into full swing, with the music pumping (even though it was shit) and the drinks flowing, people were mingling and showing off their best moves on the carpeted dance floor. The variety of outfits lifted the mood as everyone drank themselves into a festive stupor. Before we knew it, it was time to head out to burn to go see the yearly migration of people who dont normally go to burn, but will because its halloween. But we hit a snag. The Que was longer than a presidential acceptance speech. So we decided to hit up the worst club in the world.... Clapham. After stopping in at a shebeen on Umgeni road (Ed made the best entrance i have ever seen in my life, dressed as batman. the locals were stunned to say the least), our hopes and dreams were shattered when the bouncer swiftly declined our entrance into the marvelous fun land, because we crossed the street (and Stu and Dane had quarts. But thats neither here nor there). So myself, Stu and tash decided to walk to 80's. What a good idea...... About 200m from the entrance Stu decides to call a cab, so we jump in and drive to the parking lot. Then as i get out he decides that it would be better to head back to the Clap. So we do.
Back in the Que and things are going well, except Stu gets bounced again. he assures us all is good and he will get it, so myslef and Tash enter the Devil pit. A bit of dancing goes down. i bump into Zol Duthie. Some more dancing goes down. i lose everyone.......
After walking the club through about 100 times i eventually get a vantage point on the balcony and spot Amy on the dance floor. i managed to run through the club and get to her and the rest of my associates before they moved on. A few boogies went down, then the decision to bail was made. one problem. Tasha was missing. So i scoured the club. i came up with nothing. A group decision was made. We were moving on.
A short but eventful taxi ride back to Amy's house had me in stitches. Stu was a right old drunk mess. After much arguing he decided he was going back to Westville, and continued to shout Westville at the top of his lungs at least until the Taxi was out of ear shot. But we were finally at a place of rest. I could peel off the ladies swimming costume i had been wearing the whole night and give my boys some air. A good chill out was had on the balcony in the company of a hubly and some smashing sampoerenas.
The night was done.
Here are some images to gaze at.
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