[Note to readers: this is the Ant hi-jacking Peas’ site! First off, I want you all to be good readers and leave your birthday messages in the comments section – today Peas joins the ranks of the 26-plus brigade. Secondly, she called me in the wee hours of the morning (7:30 to be precise) to transcribe a post on her experiences in Grahamstown. So forgive us both if the post lacks some of the usual Peas charm…]
I am a lurker in a town that has never seen high heels.
I arrived in Grahamstown and I have to say, it is honestly the most beautiful little place. Very Victorian and oh so green. Pleasantly surprised. As for the university, not as beautiful as UCT, but pretty damn close.
I am staying in a res. I am over this before it began because this morning I had a shower in the communal bathroom – I think I have inherited Athlete’s Foot, and I think people saw my poen when I was changing because my door wouldn’t close properly. I was thrown straight back into my first-year days when I was living in res, when people come home at 3 o’clock and have a kwaito bash outside your door.
But let’s backtrack.
Last night I went out to the Rat and Parrot with the DCI delegates and speakers. I even saw some people from school and who are now there studying.
Pick up line from the Rat: “Hi. Have you ever seen Requiem for a Dream?”
“Isn’t that about a crack-whore?”
“Ja, but she’s so hot and you look like her.”
I have to go and get breakfast now with my meal coupons. I feel like I’m going to chunder because I drank far too much last night.
PS: the people here are so great because they’ve been really friendly and shown me around.
PPS: the guy that heads up DCI told me I’m not allowed to “snack” on the students. I asked why, just as the most beautiful German I have ever seen walked through the door of the Rat. “Because this is a professional course.” But I could snack on that little flaumenstreufelskuchen till the cows came home.