adieu

It is the last day of 2008. Wow what a year it has been.

I have spent today reading my blog and the tragic tale that was my life this year and shopping. I wanted to do a post about all the momentous, tragic and life defining moments this year, but actually found the whole thing somewhat depressing. I also started an about me page and this too unraveled into something rather morbid. It is too much of a gorgeous day to be morbid and there is too much to look forward to in 2009. So no more wallowing, it is time to find some inspiration, stimulation and just have fun! The whole world and their Mothers seem to be in Cape Town on holiday and the streets are humming.

I brought another dress, still in denial about January pay day being miles away.

I had the misfortune of being at Caprice in Camps Bay last night. It felt like sitting on the set of Sunset Tan – or that a bottle of self-tan threw up all over the place. There was nothing but fake breasts, anorexic bodies, hairless biceps and money being thrown around like leaves. It was of course the whole of pretentious Sandton holidaying in CT. Not my scene at ALL!

My brother is having a party somewhere on one of the beaches, sadly he bumped into his flaky, plastic, manipulative bitch of an ex-girlfriend last night – so I hope the guy is having a blast!

Oh Gawd she is eating again, at this rate I will never be able to give up smoking…

So long Farewell 2008 – it was definitely the best of times and the worst of times!

Tale of two Cities

I am guessing there are about 10% of people in Cape Town actually working today. It is a complete thumb suck – but depressing none the less!

Anyway it was a fantastic Christmas in Jozi! Great gifts, fantastic food – too much food, wonderful family drama’s and much debate about my future plans with very little input from yours truly!

But I almost didn’t make it! From what I gathered was one of the worst storms to hit Joburg this year happened at precisely the same time we were preparing to land! The landing strip lights went down and there was talk about us being diverted to Durban! We flew in circles for about 15 minutes, lights off lighting creating a strobe like effect across the purple and green seats of a really very old plane – it was really quite frightening. Finally we landed and the pilot was applauded! I could have kissed him! I kept having visions of old episodes of Lost.

Christmas day was quite hysterical. There were repeat performances of all the cousins dancing in a ring singing at the top of their voices “Relax. Take It EEAAASSSSSYYYY” by Mika – who is a huge hit, obviously because he is a nice Lebanese boy!

Anyway it was different from last Christmas which involved a number of creative drinking games and a very lethal punch!

Who knew? I can hit a golf ball – high and far – I am actually brilliant – I think it is in the genes, or perhaps merely beginners luck. Two buckets of balls on the driving range and I only missed three times! Once I almost lost my club in a really energetic swing and almost knocked out a poor young boy taking lessons from his Dad. It would have been quite humiliating but I hung on to the club with all my life and somehow prevented it from taking flight.

I met my new tenants and almost broke down in front of the poor people. That house has so many memories.

It was great being back, there is a distinctive feeling about being home that I doubt I will ever loose. It is this quiet, subtle, almost instinctual awareness that your heart beats to the same rhythm as the place. It runs through your veins.

 I was surprised just how paranoid I have become. A guy walked up to our car on William Nicole and I completely lost it – I swore at my father for not skipping the lights, utterly convinced we were about to be hijacked. Was I always like this? It might be some kind of deep seated side-effect from being held up at gun point just before we came to Cape Town. Did it really affect me that badly? Before this trip I didn’t think so! I can only imagine the kind of anxieties so many people carry around with them after much worse incidents…too sad!

I am taking leave next year – never again! Only one day off this week! It isnt right!

I am really not liking my blog much these days…

Bloody hell – where has the day gone?

Why, oh why, oh why?

Just when I thought it would not and could not get worse: This  noisy little chicken has extended her talents to the art of chewing coffee, just when I thought that a cup in hand meant  I was out of danger. The onslaught caught me totally unprepared. Fine I am tired, I am irritated to be at work on a day that gently calls for a large couch, good TV and very little brain activity!

I am leaving for Joburg tomorrow – I can’t believe it – I have yet to get a single gift.

It was another awesome weekend! Friday night Rox took us to Deco Dance! I loved being back in a nightclub where the men still wear their hair long and skipping around the dance floor is the norm! Sisters Of Mercy was a definite highlight! We had indulged in a rather expensive round of chocolate flavoured tequila earlier on, so sadly the cheap stuff at Deco was somewhat similar to swallowing a shot of diesel, but did the trick of keeping me going for long after my bedtime! I  I am rather sleepy today after a day of plenty sunshine in Kalk Bay, two gorgeous bottles of white wine, a bottle of Champagne, a coffee cocktail, a couple of whiskeys – “Hi My name is DT and I am a seasonal alcoholic!”

 

Saturday I was lucky enough to watch some of the world’s best golfer’s play at Pearl Valley Golf Estate. This young man impressed me with his unconventional attire and rather tight fitting white pants. Watching a pro golfer swing a club is really a thing of beauty! I was brought up in a golfing family and typically rebelled against taking part, but it might be something I consider taking up next year. It was also good to finally watch Ernie Els. I love his wine estate, so it was only fitting to watch the moves that have afforded him to produce one of South Africa’s most expensive bottles of red!

 

 

I am feeling very stressed at the moment. A large umbrella has already fallen on my head, my hair has frizzed to the point of no return, I keep typing numbers backwards or leaving out those crucial words and I have twelve thousand gifts to buy and bags to pack!

Bloody hell!

 

All I want for Christmas

In no particular order:

•  A car – preferably a black Mini Cooper, or a little SLK – I am not too fussy.
• A home with a view and a modern kitchen, I would also like a little patch of garden – just big enough to grow some herbs.
• To wake up one morning and discover the urge to smoke no longer exists.
• A pair of fluffy handcuffs.
• Longer hair.
• A tattoo – actually to wake up one morning and know what tattoo I want, would also be good.
• A trip to Italy.
• A silver sequined short dress.
• Opium perfume in bulk.
• A dishwasher in the form of man or machine – I am not too fussy.
• Elizabeth Arden 8 hour cream which I hear works miracles.
• Health, Happiness, wisdom and fulfillment.

That’s all…