We drove through to Knysna yesterday and immediately hit it hard.
Doc, my mate from India is here, as well as Moogs, Ramone and a couple of others. Polo was cancelled due to rainy weather, but we rah -rahed it at the schlocky afterparty anyway, where I bumped into everyone I see in Joburg anyway. I suppose one can't expect much else.
We got absolutely scutters. I mean, fuck. Champagne, Jaegerbombs, God knows what else, but okes were buying Moet by the bottle. Saw Claudia Henkel, ex Miss South Africa tucking into an oke at this VIP party. Also partied with Ex S' brother and wife, which was a little wierd. Ex S was at home with his 'very boring' girlfriend apparently. Anyway, we had a fabulous time.
We're staying with Smoking Legs' granny, she's a brilliantly minded 83-year old strong bird, and we have the cottage downstairs which is convenient when it comes to certain love noises.
We doing sdundowners again this afternoon with everyone at the Heads, and I'm so hungover today. Smoking Legs is walking around with his shades on inside. Bless.
Did I mention the folks all met each other up on a [rather strenuous] hike up Lions Head back in Cape Town? Yah. Was interesting, not too hectic thank goodness.
Everyone here is so tanned and stuff, my body has yet to be seen in a bikini. A white bikini, because I never did get my hands on that gold number.
Right. Boozy days ahead I've forgotton how hectic hangovers can be. Shit, I'm getting and feeling very old right now.