Oh dear -dancing in Camps Bay! I woke up on Monday with sore feet, a stamp on my arm, a blonde on my couch and a bottle of Absolut on the table.
It was one hell of a weekend!
I met an unbelievably fascinating man who spoke to me for a very long time about tango, a crazy Australian with a rather large tattoo with the words ‘Seek and destroy’. Shame poor bugger thought it would be a good idea at the age of 19 – he can’t wear a shirt without the words sticking out on either side of his neck, so of course everyone who meets him for the first time, automatically tries to pull apart his shirt – I can only imagine the countless glances of disappointment he receives when the poetic brilliance is revealed! Then there was a polo player from Chilli. He brought me a drink and told me many things; problem was I couldn’t understand a word he was saying! And that was just Sunday night…
Friday was the night with the surfer, who doesn’t drink – so of course I let him drive, only to then watch in horror as he reversed my car into the back of a Peugeot. I left a pink posit on the window and gave many apologies. I was reunited with my once estranged cousins in Camps Bay – Drank a little something dangerous called a Rock Star mojito with a rock star price. Saturday was a day at the beach. Beautiful weather and beautiful people. A change of clothing a couple of hours later and then it was time to dance. We took a taxi and arrived in tiny dresses, it may have been my final moment of grace. There was so much patron being drunk they ran out! Somehow, someway we met a group of guys with a table overflowing with vodka and red bull. Vodka in an ice bucket… then being poured down my throat! For reasons I haven’t yet figured out, one venue is never quite enough and when all is said and done and bright lights force partygoers out – there is always that place for a tasteless burger and bad service – that never seems to close.
For some time I have been contemplating a type of merger between DT and the real me. Many of the people I have met recently have got to know me through my blog and the strange thing is that I somehow don’t feel as though everything is actually happening to me, but rather to DT – almost a parallel universe and any minute now I will wake up, in a two bedroom home, with the man next to me, crying into my pillow because of wrong choices. But that isn’t going to happen.
I am these words, I am this page. This is me and this IS my life.
I am so very blessed to have a wonderful friend like Roxilla. She has come to know the real me after knowing DT and has been very supportive in this new ‘endeavour / type / thing’ of mine. Slowly things are going to start evolving in my life!
Another lady who has broken the divide between anonymity and real life is the Lovely Redframe – check out her awesome new blog: Modelmental! The girl has skills!