So Thursday rolled in and my journey to the fair cape began. To say the trip went smoothly would be an outright lie, but i did get there in the end. My good friend David picked me up from Cape Town International and we hastily set off for the fantastic University town of Stellenbosch.
We met up with David's folks and a couple other friends for some dinner, only to find out that all the restuarants were closed, barring one. Bohemia. So we set off and got a tasty chow as well as a good few big delicious black label draughts. Our night was set. We ended up next door at the Mystic Boer to continue the evening. Drinking and foozeball (or simply fooz) seemed to be the choice of the locals here. So most of our night was spent around or near the tables. None the less a ton of fun was had and we stumbled home in the early hours of the morning to find some rest in David's pad.
The next mourning i awoke with a moderate to fresh hangover and plans were made for the day. We hooked up with an old school mate, Greg, and headed on our way to Koelbaai for the promise of some fun waves. We made a quick stop off for some pies and to get some beers for our good friend Giffy. We made our way through the scenic route along the coast and arrived at our destination. There were waves, a bit windy, but waves. We met up with Giffy and his mate Jonty and suited up for some fun in the refreshing cape water. Well all of us except Giffy, who stayed on the beach to take care of the beers.
The surf was fun, but not quite what we though it would be. So we headed off back towards stellies. We met up with Peter (David's old man) and had a couple beers at The Dross. We were then met by the rest of the Harris family and decided to head off to some other place for a chow. And it was good. Some lagers flew down the gullet as well as a steak fit for a King. A discussion went down and Sandy decided that a wedding is not a wedding, unless you attend it with a hangover. So we said farewell to the older generation and headed off to Bohemia once again for some drinks. And many drinks it was. We went next door to Mystics once again and a night of Drum&Bass, drinking and the fooz kept us going until the morning birds graced our ears.
Woke up with a solid hangover to say the least. But Robbie was on the ball and handed us a bunch of remedies that would help us get through the day. We sat around and watched a few movies, then took Sandy across to the folks house to get ready. We went back to David's and got suited up, said cheers to Rob and then headed off back to the folks to get a lift to the wedding venue. At the entrance we were all greeted with a pink drink of some sorts, which went down super well because it was as hot as satan's local haunt. There were many friends that i had not seen in a while so a bit of mingling was done before the ceremony started. It was an awesome wedding, the priest was a bit on the strange side but what is a formal event without some form of humour. after the i do's and the forevers it was time to dash to the bar for a refreshing beer and to get the celebrations on their way. Unfortunately the free bar had not started yet, so we parted with our hard earned cash to get the buzz going. Once in the venue however, the drinks flew thick and fast. Nothing quite like a bar tab. After Some funny speeches and some classic humour saw the dancefloor opened, which led to a fight between the oldest couple in the room. Only because the old man in question was thought to be looking at all the young girls on the dancefloor and not looking at his wife of 40 odd years. Too classic. But this is where my mind goes blank, in a blur of chatting drinking and stealing booze.
We then left the venue to head out into some local night life. Picked up Robbie and Graham at half 3 in the morning and went on our way. Cant remember much of what happened apart from some load afrikaans songs and David sleeping on the floor. But we got back safe and sound, and once again thanks to Harry and Katherine for an awesome night. Here is a look at the newlyweds
Just like they are in high school.
The next day was a lazy one to start, but it developed into a day filled with chores and swimming. First off we went to go and change a tire on the trailer. Afterwards we swam in the pool and had a delicious lunch. We then went to help Sandy move her things out her flat and into David's flat. Which was not, thankfully, as bad as i thought it would be. Got a phone call from Greg who said we should head down to Bohemia for some bingo. We all decided we would go and have a couple Sunday arvo beers and enjoy the company of friends, then go home and watch movies. Problem. there was 2 for special after Bingo and things escalated. We were definitely dressed for the part, barefoot and vests, and were the last to leave after a pint of beer was smashed around our naked feet. So we called it a night and went home.
Monday greeted us with a lazy day followed by a lot of house work to clean up the crack den that David called home. But we did a decent job. And before i knew it i was being whisked off to the airport to return to Durban and Robbie and Dave were off on the coastal mission to St Francis. Lucky bastards! But all in a all one hell of a solid dysfunctional weekend was had, and i am glad i was apart of it.
And Daniel
