The view
Checking out the Knysna Night Life
Exploring The Heads
I saw Ashwini do this over on her blog Clearly Beautiful and thought I’d shamelessly copy it.
In
Sales. Lots of fabulous clothes and homeware items are so much cheaper. Need to hit the shops.
Scrambled eggs on toast. My ideal choice would be with white bread and creamy eggs but since I’m trying to make lifestyle changes, I’ll settle Low GI bread and no sauces.
My new maxi dress. Have yet to wear it but just looking at it in my wardrobe is enough to get me excited.
Blue eye shadow. It makes an all-black ensemble pop.
Out
Money. Seriously. I am all out of it. One of the drawbacks about getting paid early in December.
The scar on my forehead. I burnt my skin whilst trying to curl my hair. I now have a ugly scar that makeup cannot cover up. On the plus side, my hair looked great, nice and natural-looking waves.
Push Play not sending us new DVDs. I saw Hairspray is next on our list. How can you deprive me of that? I want to get my Zac Efron on.
On Friday the girls and gays went to see The September Issue. I think I love Anna Wintour even more. No matter if you’re interested in fashion or even care about Vogue magazine, you need to see this movie.
On Saturday, it was my birthday! I got given a lovely present by my roomie and fellow skinny bitch and then we went out for breakfast. We also did a little window shopping and found some amazing dresses. Only problem is, we’re crazy broke and it was the hardest thing to put them back because we need to spend our money on food and petrol. Too bad those dresses can’t do that.
Later that day, the gays came over again and we had a getting ready party for that evening. We started the night at Boo Radleys with friends and families. I was totally spoilt. Not only by the great cosmos. Not too sweet and not too sour but perfect. And I got amazing gifts. It was awesome. So awesome in fact that I think I may have to celebrate it again in six months. Birthdays totally need anniversaries. After cocktails, we headed to the Dubliner where drinks were doubled, I hurt Blue Eyes when I tried to do the jumping lift from Dirty Dancing and almost slapped a girl who kept dancing in our area. “Bitch, that’s my song. I need to break it down.”
The next morning, however, was not so awesome. The last time I was that hung-over was the year before, also at my birthday. I did not feel good. It got so bad I had to go home to my parents house so my mom could look after me. In the end I had to sleep it off and later that evening when I eventually came to, I was ravenous. After 10 hours of sleep, I ate everything in my way. I’m back to feeling normal but am still pretty dehydrated so have attached a large water bottle to my side.
Hope everyone else’s weekend was just as fabulous.
Ex-Oh! Ex-Oh!
When the weather’s good (and you’ve just been paid), weekends tend to be fabulous. This weekend was one of those. On Saturday, with the gym being firmly ignored, we went to try out the new Lazari in the Cape Quarter. For some reason, breakfast is always better when you get an outside table and are surrounded by some beautiful people.
Then it was off to my niece’s birthday party. When it comes to kids, I always thought I’d had two, a girl named Boleyn and a boy called Conor. They’d be ridiculously good looking and smart and Boleyn wouldn’t have the hair problems I have to endure. I’d also send them to one of those uber posh schools and they’d learn five languages and do a collection of extra-curricular activities. Witnessing 25 kids high on sugar, dressed up for Halloween and fighting over cupcakes was enough to put that fantasy to rest. In the end though, aided by good food and lots of champagne, we managed to have a good time. This good time was spent behind a closed door, away from the noise and watching the 5th season of The Office.
Later that night, after some serious prepping, we headed out for some boy hunting. We decided that instead of complaining that no one loves us, we would be brave and make them love us. In other words, we would actually go up to guys and make the first move. This was a lot easier after we finished a bottle of champers and put on Wonder bras. The venue in question was The Dubliner, known to all of Cape Town as an awesome place to get drunk and dance to old music. This is also now known as boy hunting ground. Most of the patrons are foreign, which is great if you’re a sucker for accents. We danced the night away and then got kicked out when the lights came on and the last round was served. They say dancing is a good workout. Judging by the pain in my legs, we must have done the marathon equivalent. It shouldn’t be this hard to climb stairs. I’m hoping a gym session later will help.
Other highlights include an amazing steak lunch, some episodes of House and a party pack from Saturday’s party. Those were reason enough to go to a child’s birthday party!
Hope everyone else had a good one.
Ex-Oh! Ex-Oh!
So this past weekend, the Skinny Bitches decided to open up our doors and a dozen bottles of wine for our housewarming. Luckily Cape Town was blessed with great weather so we could use our balcony for the first time. We were also incredibly lucky to have some amazing friends and coworkers, all of whom brought us awesome presents. You guys rock. Seriously it was like Christmas all over again. The only bad part of it all, the vodka. This is a warning to everyone out there, do not drink multiple shots of neat vodka, no matter how cute it is when it’s all wrapped up or even if it’s flavoured. Because the next morning you will suffer. If you ever needed proof there were evils things in the world, here it is. And the worst part is I am still suffering. All I want is my bed.
Despite our heads spinning and hanging like an alkie, we still managed to keep a breakfast date the next morning. Whilst wearing dark glasses of course! This breakfast date gave us the opportunity to answer the question, where are all the hot men? Answer: having breakfast together. Despite feeling really fragile, we were still able to check out the hot boys. And the best bit there was a boy to suit everyone’s taste. And they were all sitting together. It was the best remedy two hungover skinny bitches could get. There was the cute one who’d make you a hot water bottle when you have cramps, there was the hot one who you’d feel was too good looking to be yours, there was the hipster one who was so cutting edge it hurts, there was the dirty sexy one who you’d want to tie up and do bad things to and then there was one with the best smile and the type of hair you just want to stroke. It was such a mission to leave the restaurant. Particularly because our flat resembled an advertisement for a bomb site.
I am so happy the day is drawing to a close. Now I can go home and do what I have been thinking about all day, have some pizza, watch Hairspray and sleep. Good times.
Ex-Oh! Ex-Oh!
