Friday, March 27, 2009
pick up line of the century
‘Feel my shirt.'
'Go on, feel my shirt. Have a feel.’
Dude: ‘Do you know what this is?’
Peas: ‘Not really.’
Dude: ‘Boyfriend Material.’
He also is a horse jumping champion, who brushes square shapes into the back of his horse’s backside. And most recently – being international and all – springboks, into his horse’s backside.
Gotta love being one of the single bridesmaids. It’s a cliche that’s actually kiff. Alongside ‘lots of fish in the sea,’ it's a cliche that actually works. It’s farfetched and silly, but it’s also cute and naive and stuff.
It’s E’ brother of course, Stupie. And he really wanted a mention.
Worthy, because he’s the king of spades when it comes to cards.
Nice one big guy, much appreciated.
Tough day of pampering ahead. Mani’s, pedi’s, massages, giggles.
Life is seriously difficult right now.
How do we cope, with all this festivity and pampering and beaching and wining and gifting and princessing?
We did the wedding church rehearsal last night before a big braai at E’s.
Walking down this aisle and where we stand, and pause, and sit and stuff.
Okes, it’s a LONG aisle. We have kilometres to cover before finally hitting the alter. It’s daunting as fuck. Beautiful, and we’re all tearful and giggly at the same time, but we’re a bit nervous. The priest is a gas though. Seriously.
And it’s gorgeous, a cathedral-like church in Claremont.
But we’re all nervous for this aisle walk, and whether we’ll trip/giggle/do something rash/break out in hives/eat gum by mistake/be not classy.
Plus after lying on Camps Bay beach yesterday getting a bit of a tan and soaking in a few daiquiris, it’s if normal life doesn’t exists right now.
Joburg? Shit? Stress? Stuff? What the dickens is that?