Monday, February 25, 2008

boys weekend

Sometimes boys are the best remedy for anything.

For one, they're chilled. For two, they're usually hilarious. And for three, they're not girls. Girls are wonderful in their own special way, but boys - nothing beats being the girl within a bunch of boys.
I spent the entire weekend surrounded by boys. Friends of mine who simply have a different appendage to me.

On Saturday I chilled with Whale (Hi Whale!) and Company in the lush Tuscan splendour of wherever we were; and yesterday I went to the Vaal with Doc, Dick, Moogs, Big T and company.

Guys are always logical, easy-go-lucky, chilled. It's easy hanging around men. They scratch their balls and talk about boobs a lot, but it's really a small price to pay. Oh and they play rough. I got hit by a tennis ball square in the right tit. Ouch, ok. Ouch ouch ouch motherfucker.

Boys simply don't have the hang-ups girls do when you're just mates with them. That's quite important. Boys walk around talking shit, baiting each other, tossing a's all so...simple. I haven't seen my boys for a while, and yesterday was spent playing tennis, riding around in a boat on the river and slouching around reading the Sunday papers. As a girl, it's just what the doctor ordered. There was a stage - back in 2001/2 - when I decided I really preferred male company. And suddenly I remember why.

It's so nice to have Doc back. Our resident little Joshua Doore. He's back from India, and has started his own business importing beautiful Indian pieces into South Africa. What's so great about my friendship with Doc is that I burp in front of him; and he shows me his skin rash.
All these boys look after me. I really love them to bits.

As God is my witness, I really wanted to stay on the Vaal with this group of lads for the rest of the week. Just one day really sorts shit out in your head. You relax, you think about e.coli in the water, you feel wind in your hair, and the best part is this little oasis in only an hour 15 from the Rat Race.

I also watched Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me this weekend. I was on my ace, and I properly shat myself. I love Twin Peaks, for all the cinematic, David Lynchie, music, plot, whatevers that any fan does. But I've only seen the second movie. (Different from the series).

I got my hands on an old VCR cassette tape of the first movie. And hells bells. I only knew what Laura Palmer was like dead bru. Alive, she was a real little firecracker that schnarffed Columbian Marching Powder in the school bathrooms, was fucking a few okes on the side, and her father DEFINITELY had something to do with her death. What a bladdy weirdo though, is David Lynch. Everything's going along normally, then he has to throw in some twisted music and a frigging midgit man who can't talk properly into the mix. After all these years of watching, researching and foruming “Twin Peaks” on Google, I still have no idea who the wierd little devil guy is, man.

It's a fucked-up twisted movie. But hell, I love it.


Anonymous said...

"The owls are not what they seem" ORLY? YA RLY. NO WAI!

Peas on Toast said...

Kkie - stuff the owls. (Not literally), but what about that picture she hangs on her wall....the gateway to Hell picture. I sat on the couch squirming, was terrified.

Expensive Mistakes and Cheap Thrills said...

glad to hear you had a good weekend.

i watched Death at a Funeral yesterday. damn, that movie was farking hil-arrr-ious....

if you haven't seen it, would definitely recommend!

Peas on Toast said...

Thrills - oh man, I LOVED Death At A Funeral. Isn't is an absolute peach?

Simon the dude on drugs. It's so frightfully British, and when everything falls apart, it's just too funny. I had tears running down my face throughout most of the film. A classic.

Goblin said...

Aw come on, they aren't always logical.
Unless I managed to find the one group of guys in the world who just go against this norm.

This really made me miss my boys :/ It's such a pity they're all scattered now.

Peas on Toast said...

Goblin - yeah, sometimes they can be as irrational as woman...but usually that's when they don't stop to think.
Sorry to hear all your boys are scattered around Goblin!

Expensive Mistakes and Cheap Thrills said...

it was indeed a killer movie.

have decided to start a social experiment.

i have no life and time on my hands.

so would like to invite you to join The South African Bloggers Network.

come on, give me something to do!!

SilverSabre said...

the second invite...cos im an optimist.

Please come read my new blog...i'll add u as a reader if u tell me ur email addy. (man that sounds creepy) Mine is

ps. twin peaks rocks :)

Peas on Toast said...

Thrills - I've joined babe! At least I think so, last week sometime? Will double check.

Silver - Yes will def come to your blog m'dear, promise!

Expensive Mistakes and Cheap Thrills said...

that was 20 something bloggers.

this is sa bloggers.

all new network.

wanna see how many sa people we can get in one place!

Peas on Toast said...

I joined one called Saffa Bloggers - is that it?

Expensive Mistakes and Cheap Thrills said...

no that wasn't it.

close though.

that was a group within a social network.

an entirely new social network has been created, and recruiting has begun, because membership is still on the tad limited sign.

go to

sign up.

let' hook up.

i'll make you a site administrator, then you can do all sorts of fancy thing and sound important.


Peas on Toast said...


Expensive Mistakes and Cheap Thrills said...

and you're also officially now a SOuth African Bloggers Network Administrator.

SilverSabre said...

waits patiently for an email...

its an invite only blog m'dear :) so its not on my list o blogs...

Peas on Toast said...

Thanks Thrills.

Sabre - you can send me the link at


Jam said...

Love men. Absolutely love them. I love them for their logic. I love them for their practicality. I love them for leaving up toilet seats, leaving their clothes lying all over the place. Love them for their emotional detachment. They provide a perfect foil to our drama sometimes and that can be a complete relief. They are different - and that can put us in a different head space too.

Revolving Credit said...

They scratch their balls and talk about boobs a lot

So what were you doing?
Scratching your boobs and talking about balls a lot?

Surely you love us reasons other than those listed.

Peas on Toast said...

Jam - I agree with you. But as mates they're a breath of fresh air, there's no doubt about that. As partners, your above certainly does apply. The emotional detachment part especially :(

Rev - was cupping my poor boobie because she was thwacked with a tennis ball.

Jam said...

Do you really want me to discuss this on poor Peas' blog?

The Blonde Blogshell said...

What a brilliant weekend! I need one of those! It's amazing how guys can easily slot you in as one of them, whereas girls can't seem to slot guys in. Besides, you're right! Burping and talking about boobs beats mascara and which shaving foam you shave yourself with ANYDAY!!