Well I certainly made up for the time I have been spending out of the loop in the office and elsewhere.
Tits on a bitch.
After chilling with Dove and then watching a spot of rugga with Doc and Moogs, I took Moogs with me to a mate's birthday braai.
We went absolutely bananas.
Extremely badly behaved. I took obnoxious to new levels this weekend. The braai got characteristically debaucherous, and someone called Colony.
Fuck, NOT AGAIN. Again though.
Arrived and some dude bumped me. I always get super stoked when I'm bumped, and this moment was especially wonderful – so I sorted him out.
By dumping my full glass of John Deere all over his head.
I poured a drink on a stranger's head. While he was snogging someone, fuck. I can't remember what happened next, but I don't think he punched me. I have no evidence to suggest he did. So I even got away with it. Somehow.
Went a bit nuts, all of us. Moogs was breakdancing to Mandoza on the Colony floor (and probably picked up syphilis), and I decided to make a fat dude's evening by fondling his backside. I don't know why I did this, when I could've fondled ass that I might've actually enjoyed fondling.
Fat guy then swept me up and swung me around, and the next day I could hardly walk. Pilates has been less taxing on my hamstrings.
Moogs had to kip on my couch, because he were both so wasted – I just face planted, wearing one heel, to bed.
I even managed a small stint of Polo on Sunday. Those poor horses, someone get the buggers an oat bag.
Made a few friends though. Hate making new friends at random events, hate it. Too fun, as always. Exchanging numbers, chirps and how great it is to be obnoxious. One chap told me a story about a chav he met in the UK called Chardonnay.
Chardonnay. It's better than the chav I met called Chevrolet. Fuck!
Making friends, I even managed to drink a small glass of wine and smash a hot sausage in my face.
The weekend was like one long fucking music video. One which should be played when one is 23, maybe. But hell, it was nice to jam with me brethren all weekend. Work hard all week; play harder all weekend.
One must always be balanced, see.
PS: Got a call from my recently-engaged friendy, E, who lives in Egypt. Last night she asked me to be a bridesmaid when they get married in March. How much fun! Am so honoured and excited, and can't wait to help whoreganise the best hen's party evah.