Monday, August 06, 2007

polo, weekend & newfound stresses

Bit of a boozy weekend. And the Pope is Catholic, or so I hear.
Friday was shenanigan central at the popular Sandton drinking hole which has become everyone's Local. C and I drank a few Jaegermeisters and somehow I ended up at Melrose Arch afterwards. A little blotto.

Saturday was spent on the couch with Ant and Baze. Couldn't move except to drag myself the 15 metres to the kitchen to chow on cheese and other foodstuffs immentionable herein. So I lay on the couch for around, oh 24 hours, until I got a visitor who laughed himself silly – howled himself senseless actually – for about 30 minutes solid – at around 2:00am. Amusing.

Sunday I went to the Inanda Polo and drank a teensy little bit of champagne. E is amazing – how does she do it? She always seems to land her backside in Lurpak – like how she managed to find herself with Press Pass halfway through the event. Me and a mate embarrassingly got ourselves turfed – no escorted - from Big T's tent. Not for gross misconduct, but because I was clutching a Savanna Dry. It was cold and overcast, but I had a nice time. Argentina won the polo. Bummer.

I woke up this morning at 5:00am tossing and turning. When I'm worried about shit, I have this inconvenient habit of waking up before dawn and worrying about stuff. My flat, my job. God please may everything work out.

PS: Porter loos. OK, so we all know they're minging and everything. But the conversation I overheard while I hovered whilst spending a penny: “Jackie! Can you hear me?” ('Jackie' responds.) “I have no toilet paper in here.” (Um...can I pass you some Jessica?) “Well...how you gonna do it, since I'm already halfway through my pee and you're halfway through yours?” (I'll come over to your porter loo.) By now I'd already finished up - hovering is a bitch, but completely necessary – so I'm unsure how Jackie managed to pass Jessica the bog roll mid-bladder.

16 comments:

tyrone said...

Morning Peas.

Nice weekend huh? Don't you hate it when you're hung as all hell and some clever dick thinks its the FUNNIEST thing in the world because for a change, he/she isn't?

Even worse - when you're hung as all hades as a result of THEIR whining / begging / forcing....

My secret recipe to combat hangovers - a pie, an energade and 2 adcodols. Works like Hiroshima.

I haven't been to the Arch in years.(Backwards?) Where is the jol there?

PS! Why not put a porter loo in your flat if your bathroom is making you worry? Maybe we can find a porter shower too? :-)

Peas on Toast said...

Hi Tyrone - jeez it was the worst hangover because it wasn't anything you could pinpoint - just pure sloth coupled with no need to walk anywhere or do anything. Even the TV was unexciting...

Porter shower - I like! :)

Leigh-Anne said...

Like a dying, dehydrated man in the desert misses water, I miss alcohol. But the flying pink patootie knows, I don't miss those hangovers!

Peas on Toast said...

Leigh-Anne - I promise you don't miss the hangovers love.

I must up my intake of Essentiale. That stuff is the only way it doesn't hurt the next day.

tyrone said...

Forget Essentiale - aspirin is better. Promise.

Betenoir said...

portaloos are awful portaloos plus outdoors plus drunken people equals post-traumatic stress disorder. Ick, ick, ick.

Peas on Toast said...

Tyrone - you sure? Sure, sure? Cos aspirin didn't touch sides on Saturday :(

Bete - I'm a sucker for punishment :)

ChewTheCud said...

Was your visitor an actual physical person or a metaphor? Why was he laughing? I'm also trying to look up immentionable to no avail ;)

Is a bear Catholic?
Does the Pope shit in the woods?
Should I read all the posts I missed out on?

;)

Peas on Toast said...

Chews - hello my little cherry, yip maybe you've missed a few posts :)

The person was as real as the sun and he was laughing because he was a little blotto himself and found everything to be funny. It was amusing to watch :)

I'll ask the Pope if he prefers to, um, 'snap one off' in the woods, but I'm thinking he doesn't pooh. Like girls don't pooh.

ChewTheCud said...

Gotta watch out for those bears though. They'll marry you and make all your children catholic. The horror!

Peas on Toast said...

Quelle horreure indeed. I mean, that's exactly what my parents did to me. :)

tyrone said...

I like it that girls don't pooh. Or fart. Or belch. Or anything else that would ruin the image of perfect femininity that I have in my mind.

tyrone said...

And yes Peas, I'm sure sure sure sure sure.

The only time my adcodol have failed was when I was too drunk to remember to take them when I got home. Passed out on the couch and woke up with WW3 in my head.

Peas on Toast said...

Tyrone - girls don't pooh. But, but: I did, however join a Facebook group the other day entitled: Girls Who Aren't Afraid To Burp Out Loud.

I thought it was hottttt.

:)

Revolving Credit said...

Peas, what no napovers this weekend??

Everything still fine?

Tyrone :'girls don't pooh. Or fart. Or belch'???

Everyone standback, this woman is about to explode!!

Peas on Toast said...

Revvie - no, lots of napovers and stuff :)A record this week - haven't done so many in a long, long, long while.

And luckily for you (and him) really, because I talk so much shit, there's no chance of me explodin' anytime soon. :)

Does female air turn you on, bad boy?
;)