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!

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