The Ant and I attended the Jeek Dinner last night, delivered and hosted by the delightful Mike Stopforth. (We love Mike Stopforth.)
And, noticed, on sipping casually on jam jars, to our gathered delight, that our blogs were chosen in the consortium of other well-known blogs that were projected onto the wall. I was a little embarrassed, since the post I wrote yesterday, started with the line "I think I just cum," and was projected at 2 metres x 2 metres for all to see. Of all the posts. I couldn't stop giggling.
Great dinner. Nice to meet the jeeks, and see a couple of familiar faces. One jeek in particular, a speaker as well, had me sliding off my chair. Snackable? Not quite. I'd devour him whole if I had the chance. Young as well. Mike told me to shut my gaping mouth and to please refrain from jutting my boobs out towards him in an unbecoming manner. Thanks Mike, you're the best.
The wine was sponsored by Stormhoek, a wine that got known throughout the world simply by word of mouth and blogging. Subtle punting via blogging.
I got home and this conversation with my rat.
Peas: Hello my boy!
Peas: Come to mama.
Peas: OK well at least let me pick you up dammit.
Chad: [silence. And disappears to hang upside in tube.]
Peas: For God's sake Chad. If I wanted a useless pet I would've bought a bloody goldfish.
Peas: Now you're giving me tube-berculosis. You stubborn shit.
Peas: Mummy just wants to hold you. Get out of that tube. Right. Now.
Chad: [silence. But climbs out of tube.]
Peas: That's my boytjie! I love you Chad!
Chad: [bewildered silence. Stares at me.]
Peas: Fine. Whatever. I'm going to bed.
I think my rat thinks his mum is crackers.