A mothful

Was lying peacefully under gale-force-winds fan on my couch last night (suffering from significant Sunday Blues after Cape Town Tens), in minimal clothing due to life-threatening heatwave, watching Downton Abbey (new favourite series) and scoffing down a Steers chocolate-and-caramel soft serve... when Mothzilla (directly proportionate to the size of a small albatross) flew in front on my fan and was blasted directly into my face! Of course, anyone's natural reaction would be to FREAK OUT COMPLETELY, THROW ICE CREAM ACROSS ROOM, PULL OFF VEST, MANICALLY SHAKE HEAD INCASE MOTH STUCK IN HAIR, RUN AROUND TOPLESS SPITTING OUT MOTH-WING DUST AND SLAPPING SELF RETARDEDLY INCASE MOTH FEEDING ON SKIN...

...Until finally coming to a halt and seeing giant human-eating Moth-ness Monster drowning in pool of runny icecream and chocolate sauce on carpet.

And yes, the neighbours were watching. Again.

Bring on the weekend

Well, it's cooler today. Thank god. One glass of Champagne last night and my poor, dehydrated body (after an hour's tap lesson), in sheer desperation, absorbed every last increment of alcohol within miliseconds leaving me feeling embarrassingly inebriated before I'd even sat down for my sushi. The heels were certainly a mistake. As was trying to drive home in them.

I am off to see Handful of Keys this evening, which is fantastic if you've never been. It's on at Theatre on the Bay in Camps Bay – if you love music (through the ages), comedy, piano and singing and intelligent wit, then this show's for you. I'm seeing it for my fourth time and it never gets old. But clearly I am... Who else spends their Friday evenings at the theatre?

See you at Tens tomorrow. I'll be the glazed-eyed groupy.

http://www.capetowntens.com/

 

It's been a while

I haven't written in a while. Probably because I've been trying to keep myself frightfully busy. When everyone else seems to be swamped with plans I feel a strong need to also fill up my schedule till it's teeming with sports, drinks, dinners, movies... Whatever I can squeeze in there really. So that's my next few days. And excited about it I sure am. 

I saw Burlesque last night, which was simply spectacular. Lights, sequins, razzle and dazzle. But it left me sad at my pathetic lack of performing talent and long-lost love of the stage. I drove home with a strong desire to find a stunningly sequined, very revealing, boob-lifting eye-catching barely-covering-anything outfit, and a feather headdress, grab a chair (to dance around, obviously) and burst into song in a crusty pub. I considered The Slug & Lettuce on Greenpoint Main Road, but by the time I'd driven home from Newlands to Seapoint I had exhausted myself with all the planning as to how I was going to become a world renowned solo Burlesque dancer, and have Christina Aguilera as my best mate. 

Tonight I am going to Wakame. For a change. (blatent sarcasm)... It's definitely a weekly outing for me. Well, in summer. But that's because it's fabulous in summer. A deck, cocktails, the sea, sun... And it's also about 10 steps from my front door. Yes, I'm lazy. But also, petrol prices have shot through the roof... so I'll keep organising dinners there until someone realises the true reasoning behind my planning!

I hope you're all coming to the Cape Town Tens this weekend. Apart from a massive beer tent teeming with whopping big jocks, there are great bands and real live famous rugby players actually walking around as if it's their backyard. So I'll be there, Hunters in hand, stalking sportsmen. Oh yes, I'll be watching my boyfriend play too.

Hope it cools down a bit. At this rate I'll be pissed after one drink and prob try steal the mic (and the stage) and finally whip out my hidden bonafide Burlesquian moves... The thought makes me cringe. But it could happen.