Seriously. I haven't exactly binged since I cruised into jolly old Cape Town.
Until last night, that is.
Mum entertained. She had a little drinks ensemble chez nous last night. A couple of her mates, my grandparents, Smoking Legs...and my father. All in the same room quite literally.
My folks, even though divorced (and it was messy some years back) are now, like, mates. He even bought a date. It was surprisingly pleasant.
I got a little scutters on whisky sours, and Smoking Legs and I went downstairs and ran through the Mount Nelson Hotel gardens and master dining room still holding our drinks. (We live next to this hotel - this rather pohshe hotel, where the staff would greet Miss Toast, you if they knew my name). We ran through the gardens, generally making a bloody raquet. Twas hilarious.
We also ate sushi at some ungodly hour down Kloof Street.
Needless to say I woke in a foul mood, I have to do some work today, and I have a giant, throbbing zit between my two eyes. It's huge and pulsing and I don't exactly feel like a goddess.