Seriously. The weather here is remining me of sodding (I'm sorry all you lovely shiny, happy poms) England. Johannesburg, and the rest of the country for that matter, is meant to have sunny, cloud-free thunderstormy summers filled with pina coladas by the pool and a tan. What the? For two SOLID weeks its been drizzling and pissing from the sky. Enough to make me break out in hives. Seriously. So luckily I have a remedy. When Steve gets his new car today - yes today! - we are going cosy-pub crusing with Jo, Paul and Korina (Laura is going out somewhere else -YAY!). We'll hit the funkiest part of town - Newtown- in Steve's six-CD shuttle Audi, starting off at Songwriters Club. Watch a live gig, then hit Kippies for a curry and a couple of frothies. It's the end of the month, and I only get paid on Tuesday, but the weather is calling for drastic measures.
If Laura decides to come because she feels left out, shit is going to fly.
Maybe I should tell her that we're going to Hillbrow. That will make her shut her little pie-hole fast and furiously. I am a bitch. But it takes a bitch to know one.
Yay! We're hitting Jozi in the rain tonight! Yaaaaay!!!!!
1 comment:
Ah - you get used to it! Actually no, you don't. Shit weather makes me as miserable now as it did 20 years ago.
But in a cruel twist of fate it's actually quite bright and sunny here today. However instead of being grateful about it, we're all bitching about global warming and climate change instead. You're right - we are a nation of miserable buggers.
anyway have a fab weekend sweetie - credit cards to the ready!
Zx
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