Anyway, God I love feeling like a bloody princess, all pink and girly and ridiculous.
I put the outfit on for the entire afternoon before the dinner and bounced around the house, only to take half of it off for a cuppa break with N at E at Moyo Zoo Lake to veg and talk shite, and then put it on again when I got home.
I had a scary thought, mid-pliez, envisioning myself as an 80-year flouncing around at dress-ups and my
(Who’s that old lady downing shots with the hot barmen at this dignified family wedding?) “Ah yes…that’s my gran…at the whiskey again. And yes, that is a ballet outfit she’s wearing. She thinks she’s Margot Fonteyn, just go along with it.”
I went to the Free State on Sunday. I crossed the border. We met at the Vaal Dam and had breakfast at an establishment shaped like a flying saucer, making the name pretty apt: The Flying Saucer.
I jest you not.
A big fuck-off UFO-shaped building complete with dining tables, a bar and lots of people that have three eyes, (I’m not being snobby – but seriously) plonked, somma, on the side of the Vaal Dam. It was brilliant. So brilliantly, randomly ridiculous and hilarious. I got lost in Vereeniging/VanderbijlPark/Sasolburg/YourGuessIsAGoodAsMine on the way down there, where a man who looked like a cyclops told me (incorrectly) where to go. Still, was fun for a Sunday drive.
I went back to Moyo (I should have shares here), and met up with mates I haven’t seen in a while. They do great strawberry daiquiris. They’re, you know, street.
PS: Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is having to OPEN your door every time you enter a parking lot which requires you to pull a ticket out of machine before the boom rises because your window doesn’t open? The security guards look at you like you’re retarded, not to mention the perplexed gazes I got when asking for directions this weekend. My aircon is at full blast any hour of the day. If it packs up, I’m as good as roasted. Hello summer.
PPS: Windows broken, burnout, my dumb job aside, I’m good. I sense exciting things. In all areas of my life. Somehow. I may be wrong, but let’s hope not.