I could write a soap opera just based on the last 24 hours. Insane does not even describe it.
Friday 6:00pm: Friends come over for drinks at my place. We sing karaoke. I almost get evicted.
9:00pm: We head onto party. See New Ex there. Chat casually for 5 minutes, keeping it cool, and don't see him again. During this time, some guy I kissed 8 years ago follows me everywhere. It's not flattering, it's freaky and annoying. Then I have to drive a freind out in the rain because he's too hammered to drive, and his mate is stuck on the side of the road because his car has broken down. His mate happens to beuatiful, and looks like God personified with his head in the bonnet and grease streaked across his face. I stand on the side of the road in heels and a low cut top looking like a hooker while they sort out his engine. So not cool. But had a good look at his ass.
12:00 midnight: We all head back and dance and stuff. Then I get a call from New Ex, who left the party three hours ago, or so I hear.
He's crying hysterically. He'd been driving around Joburg all night. I managed to calm him down - he said he'd disinvited his date on Saturday because he has hope for us. I avoided to comment and just get him to go home. He did. Leave party at 2:00am.
11:00am Saturday: Third World Ant moves in! Yeah!
2:00pm: Hit huge party in Sandton where everybody wears pink. See New Ex being chatted up/chatting up girls. Panic and can't cope. These social situations are still too raw. Then German Man/Mr Saturday Night phones me. Hoorah! Saved! He stops his car in middle of road, gets out, just to come and see me. What a honey.
7:00pm: So over this party. Drunk people falling everywhere, I go home. Fast.
THIS IS WHERE THE WEEKEND GETS A.W.E.S.O.M.E:
8:00pm: Friends phone me. I get invited to Brenthurst- that's right, the Oppenheimer Estate where she is living for the moment for drinks. Think Buckingham Palace equivalent. It was insane. Cognac in the library, looking at original Matisse art on the walls. Chandeliers, gold - all over the top. They'd just come back from watching their own horses at the races. One guy one R2,5 million bucks in one sitting. Just a drop in the old bucket really.
10:00pm Meet The German out with friends - he gets us into an exclusive club no worries. We get together for a wee snog. Which turned into a wee snog all night. More rock star stuff: his godfather is Beyers Naude the hectic, yet randomly famous freedom fighter, his family is buddy buddy with Nelson Mandela, and they are these hectic activists that are very politically charged. Sexy, I like it.
Then he told me he may be falling in love with me. Eek. Crap. Shit. Too hectic. So I'm going to have to cool it down a little.
But still, what a weekend, eh?