There is this wonderfully gay fellow that works in my building. He does a bit of admin for us too, and I think he is just the most wonderful thing since Fluffy White Rugs.
(FYI, I made the phonecall yesterday. Turns out the rug is here in Johannesburg, sitting at some rug depot/rug prison awaiting bail...it'll take another week. God, how will I cope?)
Anyway this dude is marvellous. He carries around trays of things with the poise and grace of a gazelle, something I don't have. Above shoulder, palm turned upward, sorta thing. He breezes around, giving orders, and helping us out.
I want him to be my best friend.
He's perfect. He got me quotes to frame my Warhols (ouch. Ouch. But the rug needs companions.), and he has given me a bit of décor advice. He's just so sweet, but two months on, I think he's only starting to take a shine to me now. Could be my new handbag. Or that he really approves of the Warhols. (Who the fuck wouldn't though? Andy Warhol is a god. He CREATES, ok), but he seems to to have a dry, hilarious sense of humour, and he certainly knows how to manage a room.
I mean, the reception area is a result of his mastery. This beautiful red fluffy rug (more practical and beautiful – but crazy expensive), and he's just a professional when it comes to everything it seems, including humour and utmost perfection.
I just love him. And he doesn't even know it. Or maybe he does.
I'm currently starting to think about my year-end leave. Everyone else is planning theirs, and I was thinking of where I should go, money permitting and saved:
Somewhere I can run around in next to nothing, a place where there's a foreign language of some kind (or at least a funny/sexy accent), and it's hot, and sizzling and cultural. A bit of city and a bit of ruralness.
Where would I go for thee perfect holiday?
(Greece in September is for work mainly. At least some of it.)
And I would've done a bit of Europe this year, so I would've got my fix.
Mauritius – hmmmmmm. No. Too many married/honeymooning/shagging couplets.
Mallorca? The Dove loved it, and said the people were fun and amazing and sexy and beautiful and warm, at least when she lived there. She knows people there too. Definite maybe.
Eyebeefa – In the event I was a complete chav in a tracksuit and bought all the Pasha CDs (although....they're rather nice.....in fact they're smokin'....), and drank Stella and took Hex..tascy, then yes. But I'm also not 16 and stuff. So definite no. (Can't believe Whale even suggested it. Yes China, you.)
A ha! South America. Everyone just raves about it – it seems the continent du jour to visit. I mean everything from the lithps, the accent, the scenery, the fucking Inca Trail...apparently South America is, like, the Chosen Land.
Like London, it didn't appeal to me for years. Everyone was going and I didn't really give a toss. Now, because I saw London like I'd never seen it before, and I thought it was beautiful, as far as classic European cities are concerned.
Anyway, I'm planning on going to South America. Not to Peru or Bolivia (one day maybe, but not this trip). I am going to go to Rio fucking de Janeiro, if my plans come together. How the fuck is your father?
From there I'll travel to other places. Then I'll spend another week in Buenos Aires and travel from there too. City, mountains and beach, the whole shebang. Everything one wants on a trip.
I'm dreaming at any rate, it's my personal goal. There's a lot of hard work to be done before Christmas, nevermind the next week. Believe you me.