Glitter Lust

Glitter Lust by abitofflake featuring zara shoes

"Thirstday" Appropriate. No?

Take A Smile :-)

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Red Hot! Weeeow.

I hung out with some heroes on Saturday: the kind that carry you out of burning buildings, rescue your cat from the tallest branches (watev) and valiantly rush to gruesome accident scenes to pry open cars with ‘the jaws of life’ (intense) to save people stuck in mangled wrecks. Much respect and muchas gracias to these men and women who put their lives in danger to save ours.  

I joined Miss N* at the Lone hill fire station, she had to take her nephew to a birthday party at the fire station and because of my love for hot brave men (with muscles everywhere) I simply couldn’t resist joining her, especially since I wanted to see the famous pole *wink wink*.

The kids were given the opportunity to slide down the pole, with the firemen waiting at the bottom to catch them, just in case they fell. Ha, those kids are so well behaved; Aunty Delirious over here would have skipped the pole and thrown herself straight into those strong arms.

The pole, weeeow!

The uniform, weeoow-weeeow-weooow!

The shiny red truck with all the gadgets. I wonder if they polish it every day. 

A little video:

Cutest moment: a little girl telling her dad to buy a fire truck so that they could take it home and the dad saying “I can’t, it won’t fit into our garage”.

Craziest: all the parents running away from the water hose, summer time fun for the kids, hairdressing nightmare for the moms.

x

Wednesday Movie

The Invite:

Thank you for joining us at the GLAMOUR Girls Movie Club tonight. Herewith a reminder:
Movie: Ceremony
Date: 19 October 2011 (tonight) 
Time: 19h00
Place: Cinema Nouveau at The Mall of Rosebank

The Sponsors: Mischa Wines, Stuttafords, Lindt, Calvin Klein, and Southern Sun.

In my goodie bag:

Calvin Klein Forbidden Euphoria make-up bag and tester.

It 's like a cross between Joop which is a male fragrance and Angel (I don't like Angel for personal reasons). 

Now that I think about it, it also smells like Carolina Herrera 212.

We also got some Lindt milk chocolate, which obviously didn't make it till my mini photo shoot *swimming around in my tum-tum as we speak*. 

  

The movie was “OK”. 

Uma Thurman and the guy in this movie *sigh* no. No, no and no.

He arrives at her pre-wedding beachside dinner wearing a corduroy suit, not only is it corduroy but burnt orange. He thinks she’s going to leave her fiancé for him, seriously (not that he fiancé is anything to brag about, he’s also a bit odd and has some zany tendencies)? No, young bucks should be hot and this guy was not. But, do you take it that far and marry them à la Demi Moore with Ashton Kutcher? Look how that has turned out. I like Demi but wasn’t Ashton nearly the same age as one of her daughters Rumor? Maybe I’ll sing a different verse in 10 years time when all the men my age are beer-maternitied and chasing after the young uns? Maybe not. Right now I can’t see myself going younger than a year, maximum two *anxiety attack*. Gawd, even a year makes me break out into a panic, men can be so immature sometimes.

If I had to pick a young buck, who would it be?

Prince Harry? Bad, bad ginger! Plus, he can fly a fighter jet.

Naveed from 90210? His lips look so soft. Plus, he’s tall.

Older woman younger man, also makes me think – season of 5 of the bachelorette *yeah I watch it, what, what!?*

Jillian Harris and Reid Rosenthal.

Now that was a hot combo.

Anyway, back to the movie:

Who made redeemed this movie for me? Uma’s brother *still laughing*.

Toodles Lovelies. 
x

Saturday

SATURDAY MORNING:

Woke up at 05h15 (Yup, take a moment on my behalf).

Couldn’t fall asleep until 10h00, but I had to be up again at 11h00 (before P* officially confiscated my scarf for herself). Just past 11h00 P*s boyfriend dropped off my ASOS stash (I was mega excited, I just wanted to rip the parcel apart) I ran-walked back to my apartment, shut the door and left the keys dangling outside. What the actual f*** is wrong with me? I didn’t find out until the Census 2011 guy knocked on my door, three times, I didn’t answer till I heard the key turning and thought “who dat!?”. Shame the poor guy was just about to call security, I thought it was one of my neighbours coming to introduce themselves…I’m terrible with neighbourly “meets and greets”. Not a bit of “Stepford Wife” in me. Plus, I’ve already had some annoying guy come over to introduce himself, “I’ve seen you around and I had to come and say hi…blah blah blah” Really now? Creeps me out. I leave very early in the mornings and don’t come back till after 6pm most days. What’s he doing, taking complex roll call from his kitchen window? Stalkerish behavior: makes me want to bust out a wooden spoon on him. Keep calm and carry on.

 

F*** a rat! Saturday afternoon was great.

SATURDAY AFTERNOON

THE NEIGHBOURHOOD GOODS MARKET- JOHANNESBURG

You go up a ramp and find two levels of food stalls, lots of people and disproportionately allocated seating areas (we had to search for a place to sit and every time Miss N* got a bit comfortable on the shared bench the girl on her left, let’s call her “El Persistent” would keep reminding us that “there’s someone sitting here”, yeah we heard you the first time, jeez girl, we’ll scoot up). Downstairs: it was so packed when I got in, I was glad to hear Miss N* say I should meet her and B* upstairs. Upstairs: not any better, possibly even more chock-a-block; but ascending is always better than descending, right? Plus there’s more light and sun upstairs. It’s a bit dark on level 1.

B* rexes we should give the market two weeks and it will be a proper drinking hole. It’s still really nice and behaved, which means by the time we go back again we’ll have to go between 11h00 and 13h00 which should be before the “booze-it-up” revellers flood in? After 14h00 it became like a relaxed but full rooftop party.

Nice surprise: bumped into ST* and her hubby + Refs*.

Refs*: I haven’t seen her in years; she’s too much fun :-)

Girly Excitosis:  B* kept spotting all the 1.75 metre and above guys (we like them tall). We spotted a vanilla hottie who was “just right” let’s call him Wolfgang, navy chino shorts, black t-shirt, well groomed…can’t remember his shoes (bad thing…I was too busy checking out his legs and mind-ravishing him) my sister keeps asking why I call him Wolfgang? Wwwell, this week I’m into German names, I’m off the South American ones for a bit (too much Raul-ing and Eduardo-iing). I think I’ll go Greek next week. How does Vasilis sound?

Ate 

1. B*’s Apple Tart with Cream
2. My Belgian Waffle with the creamy fudge gelato 
3. Miss N*’s Milk Tart 
4. ST*’s hubby’s chicken from the Thai Stand (I think?)

Drank: 

1. My “Berry Blitz”, “Very Berry” or was it “Berries on Steroids Smoothie”? (I can’t remember what it’s called; I was just concentrating on getting my “five a day”).
2. Can’t remember whose Margharita this was? 
3. B* likes trying beer and ciders from the small, independent brewers and this beer got a thumbs up from her. I tasted it too, I can’t stand beer, but I could master more than two sips of this beer, ST*figures it tastes like Mageu. I thought it had a bit more flavor than any beer I’ve ever tasted.

Next time, I’m trying:

The Paella – it smelt D-Damn-Devine. It was finished when we got there and we would have had to wait thirty minutes for the next serving to cook.

“The Bee’s Knees” Crepe (the name makes me want to try it out) or those nice macaroon topped mini-cakes?

The “Homemade Ginger Beer”, the Margarita or the “Daiquiri of the Day”?

The view, from our sitting area (the sun deck was packed out):

Listening to (Frank Sinatra):

When you're smiling
When you're smiling
The whole world smiles with you

When you're laughing
When you're laughing
The sun comes shining through

But when you're crying
You bring on the rain
So stop your sighing
Be happy again
Keep on smiling
Cause when you're smiling
The whole world smiles with you

What we wore: 

1. Miss N*s purple nail polish is beyond rockers + those shoes; she’d better thank her lucky chickens we don’t wear the same shoe size.
2. My pop of pink and my intertwined silver stack. 

Afterwards:

We took a stroll over to the Hotel Lamunu (didn't take a pic, was too tired by then) but I only stayed for all of 1 minute – had to drop my sister off at school and head on home. I was in bed by 20h00. How old am I again?

Toodles Lovelies!

x

My top 10 ‘bring tears to my eyes songs’?

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1. When you say love me: Josh Groban
2. The Prayer: Josh Groban and Charlotte Church
3. Jesu Joy of Man’s desiring: Josh Groban
4. I vow to thee my country: Katherine Jenkins
5. Conte Patiro: Andrea Bocelli
6. I dreamed a dream: Susan Boyle
7. Mi Mancherai: Josh Groban
8. She: Elvis Costello
9. Whenever You Call: Mariah Carey ft Brian McKnight
10. Father can you hear me: Tiffany Evans

What a day! Whew.

The Weekend

FRIDAY

At 4pm, I stopped working, I packed away my pens, pencils and minimized everything on screen *now you see me, now you don’t* and made my way to the bar. I didn’t feel like a drink so I just sat outside and took in the lovely view and welcomed the weekend.

Left work at about 6 pm and went past B*s to go pick her up, she’d started drinking at work already *she’d just landed a new account, yes “she”, not “we” like she says. Basically, Client likes her and they think she’s doing a sterling job and as a result have decided to expand their relationship with the company. Clink, clink B*! Celebrate good times come on doo-doo-do-do-do-do come on!

We arrived at A*’s house and made thorough fools of ourselves at the gate. We, actually I, pressed the wrong button on the intercom and yelled “Woohoo, open up, open up it’s time to have fun b***tches” we heard a clink and thought yeah, let’s get this party started, A*’s picked up  and will open in a bit… we waited, and we waited…to cut a long story short, we were about to call A* when the gate finally opened *A says she just figured we should be at the gate and went to check and indeed saw us waiting* Huh? That’s when it dawned on us that we’d in fact pressed the nanny’s intercom *sigh*. We had a great impromptu evening: good food, wine, dessert aaand chocolate, what more could a girl ask for?

Had too much fun with little A*’s fun Ipad game – Talking Tom Cat, hilarious stuff. I couldn’t stop laughing *childlike chuckle*. Poor little A*was so over-stimulated we were worried he wouldn’t sleep until after 10pm.

I still can’t' believe A*’s a mom:-)

SATURDAY

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I struggled to wake up. Couldn’t, didn’t want to, couldn’t: my body was just not cooperating. I eventually got up at 10h30, had a lemon meringue tartlet for breakfast, picked things off the floor, washed the dishes and headed to the bathroom. Finally got out the house at 12h00, went past B*’s to drop off her phone *she left it in my car the night before* and zoomed off to Melrose to meet my sister and two of her friends for lunch. Had a long lazy lunch at Tasha’s, I had the Harry's Roadhouse Steak with strawberry milkshake (chomp, chomp, chomp). It was such a beautiful day out. I heart summer. Tried to walk the “full feeling” off but got a serious case of niggaritis instead, my sister’s friends started threatening me with, “if you yawn one more time…” Yawn. I was ridiculously tired.

Evening

Watched “Friends with Benefits”, the plan was to watch “The Help” but I was so tired from the afternoon’s Melrose escapade that I didn’t want to watch anything hectic. I missed a few lines here, nodded of here and there, and stared into space there and there; I’m surprised I didn’t completely nod off. I’m going to have to watch this movie again. This movie had me thinking though; could I do the whole friends with benefits thing? Can you divorce the sex from the emotions?  Do you even want to? I don’t think I can do the whole friends with benefits thing; I’d like to think I could but deep down I know I wouldn’t be able to pull it off. I mean, if the guys my friend, it means I already care about him, which means that there are existing emotions even though there may not be romantic, but emotions nonetheless…maybe lying dormant even, which is why I think they shouldn’t be tinkered with. Emotionless sex? I don’t know hey, it sounds so clinical.

SUNDAY

Bleh!