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Cooking Challenge

It was mrb’s birthday on Monday and I asked him what he wanted (after 14 years together, I need a bit of inspiration, ok!)

So, besides a new kite & board (!) he’s asked for 5 home cooked meals. Now I don’t cook, never have, and never intended to… so this is a real challenge for me. My negotiating skills are better than my cooking skills, so I have bargained him down to 3 evening meals and 2 breakfasts. The only restriction I have, is that the meals can’t be bought (take aways) and they can’t be served between 2 slices of bread.

I did offer to put the peanut butter straight onto the plate, but apparently that wasn’t good enough!

So, while I’ve been panicking a little bit, ka has come to the rescue with a cook book she thinks I can get on with:

Anyone got any good (easy-peasy) recipe ideas for me??

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What a Night!

Girls night out on the town with ka + nix started out at the One and Only’s  Nobu Lounge for their ‘Sake in the City’ Ladies Night. As soon as we found a spot at the bar we were handed our complimentary  sake cocktails and really, the night just improved from there on out.

The venue is oh-so-posh and we’d dressed up perfectly for the evening. Sitting there sipping cocktails and eating canapes we couldn’t help but notice all the foreigners in the joint.

As it turned out there was a certain Texan who couldn’t help checking us out either. And by ‘checking out’ I mean STARING and by “Texan” I mean old git. The best part was when he whipped out his wallet, leaned into our personal space, flashed a huge wad of $$$ (yes, he was close enough for us to see the currency!) and then nonchalantly put it back in his pocket. Suave.

When that cool manoeuvre didn’t pique our interest he managed to insert himself into our conversation by what must be the pick up line of the week: “So, who are you supporting in the final?” In unison ka + I “Hup! Holland! Hup”ped; at which point his face drops and he looks directly at me and says: “I knew you couldn’t be perfect!” Ha! Bloody cheek! Of course I’m perfect. Sleezy Geeza. Thankfully he got bored or hungry or lonely and left. We downed our drinks and made a bee-line for The Assembly for the Live @ 5 CD launch.

I hadn’t been to The Assembly before so wasn’t sure what to expect. It turned out to be a decent size venue that thankfully for us wasn’t packed to capacity. Not quite the Nobu Lounge, but definitely more up my alley.

We grabbed a couple of beers and met up with a couple other ladies (and one token guy who bought us a round of tequilas). We weren’t there for long before Taxi Violence came on and did their set. They were actually very good – I had heard of them and have most probably heard their music on the radio, although I didn’t recognise any of it. But they were great – really enjoyed them!

About an hour or so later they finished up. Katherine from 5 gave away a bunch of cd’s + t-shirts and things (no freebies for us this time, though) and then the stage was prepped for my favourite SA band – The Parlotones 😀

I know that most South Africans have a love / hate thing going for these guys – some love ’em, some hate ’em… and I totally sit on the ‘love ’em’ side of the fence. They never ever fail to entertain me and this night was only better than any of the previous concerts. The venue like I said wasn’t packed, the sound was great, and they played a really long set, which I adored.

Jumping up and down, singing along, shouting, whistling (the wolf type!) – it was awesome!

Unavoidably they finished up their set and as they were packing up a security guard told us that they’d be hanging around in the bar area later (so back off!). Which we did… we mozied on back to the bar got some #welldeserved(afterallthatdancing!)beer and chilled for a bit. And yes, in the end the guys did come chill out in the bar area and yes, we did manage to chat with them for a while. You know; we talked about this and that – it was awesome! It was also getting getting late, so we got our things together and gave them (quick) hug good-bye, and said: See you soon!

Hup! Holland! Hup!

WOW! What a Game!! With all of South Africa, all of Cape Town and the entire Waiting Room in Long Street (save 2 South Americans and occasionally my sister) cheering on for Holland, there was almost NO WAY that they could lose.

But wow hey – goal after goal the game was sooo exciting – the cheering got louder and louder. By Holland’s 3rd goal we were hugging, screaming, jumping up and down – honestly, at that point I thought I might actually pass out with the sheer adrenaline of it all. It was Man-IC! In the end though – with enough encouragement from us, the did it!

HOLLAND IS IN THE FINAL!!!!

SEE YOU BITCHES ON SUNDAY (and by Bitches I am of course referring to Spain, because Paul the octopus said so!)

Rugby Braai Rock Concert Football

And it was just us girls!

We were all kitted out for the Italy / Springboks game with our beer, biltong and other yummy snacks. We jumped up and down cheering and shouting and nominating HABANA FOR PRESIDENT (again!) and Cat blew her vuvuzela and announced the ever increasing score to the rest of the neighbourhood at the top of her little (!) lungs. Feeling very happy after giving the Italians a proper ass-kicking it was time for the braai.

After a short time, an ever extinguishing blitz and a burnt finger, we figured out the webber (the small grill goes inside, the wood on top!) and made a fire to rival any expert braai-er! Cat (aka Chef Pistachio) cooked up a very delicious rack of ribs – better than what I had in Simon’t Town last week!

For Mother’s Day k.a got the Live Design cd / dvd, so we put the full Parlotones concert on and sang along while munching on ribs and downing beers 🙂 An no, we dont care about their online arguments and no, we haven’t got bored of them yet!

And then… what better way to end a rather macho (except maby the concert!) evening than to watch a final game of footy? We were totally rooting for Cameroon (being an African country and us being so very patriotic!). Pity Denmark won 😦 But it was a very good game to watch. We’re definitley getting into this Fifa thing.

Thanks girls for an awesome day!

#schoolfunctionbeer

Thanks to ka I had my first #schoolfunctionbeer.  And I smoked on School Premises. So There!

BFF’s

Generally speaking, I don’t get along well with most women. They can be bitchy, backstabbing, selfish and well… you know the drill.

I’m also not a girly-girl who surrounds myself with an entourage of other girly-girls who go out and do girly-girl things.

I have, however, been extremely lucky to have in my life a very select few fem’s who I am very stoked to have as BFF’s.

When the shit hits the fan, or when its about to hit the fan I know that these awesome women have my back. As the saying goes:

“A Friend Is Someone Who Will Bail You out of Jail, but Your Best Friend Is the One Sitting next to you Saying ‘That Was F***ing Awesome!’ ”

Thanks girls 🙂

And thats what you get when you send us out on our own for a Girls Night.

To go back to the beginning, ka & i met j-a.g & kat & a at the stunning Grand Daddy roof top bar for a few cocktails (& beers!) Thanks again j-a.g for the freebies 🙂  It was the wearesohappyyoucamebackbeer for our recently-returned-from-Holland friend kat. Woot! A few drinks and almost-cupcakes later we left town (via Grand Daddy’s revealing bathrooms!) and headed to Obz Cafe for the main event.

In the small, intimate theater we found Nix, last but not least of our group 🙂 We were about to be treated to the classical sounds of 2 talented musicians, playing guitar for a couple of hours – or so we were lead to believe. First up was Thomas Seizure who played the guitar particularly well, I thought. His singing sent shock waves rippling down our row. The poor guy looked like he was in agony when he belted out those lyrics and he pretty much sounded like he was in agony too. We were deciding who should call the medic, when it dawned on one of us that this was what it was supposed to sound like.

Once that little fact sunk in we each tried to distract our selves from the obvious pain on the poor man’s face by looking elsewhere while he was having a seizure singing. Kat and I were facinated by the 2 rather large dents in the head of the guy in front of us… What do you supposed happened there?? The giggling gerties to my left made it difficult to pay any attention to anything at all. Due credit to them, they did try to distract themselves by pointing how much j-a.g’s stocks (or was it sockings?) looked just like the material covering the chairs in the little theater. (Uncanny resemblance!).

I did enjoy the little note passed down the row to me explaining how the almost seizures on the stage were simply too much to cope with (j-a.g: where on earth did you get a koki from??) Within minutes of that ka had to leave, before she was thrown out. About 20 mins later, it was interval and we could escape to some well deserved beer. And (hopefully) looking massively forward to the 2nd half and the 2nd musician: j-a.g’s mr. snoggery.

The second half saw us in different seats: Taking on a school teachers usual remedy, we decided that if we rearranged ourselves there wouldn’t be nearly so much silly giggling and that we would be able to appreciate the musical expertise. Ja, like worked. Well it might have had mr snoggery sorted out his speaker feedback problem. Flippen hell man, it was soooo loud and sounded soo awful. By the time he brought out that saw and violin bow thing, my ears were bleeding and I was curled up in a little ball on the floor screaming STOP! STOP! I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING! It was round about then that I decided it would be a good idea to remove myself and seek refuge in the smoky bar and treat myself to another nice cold beer. Surprisingly the rest of the girls stayed in until the end of the set – maby they had earplugs as well as kokis hidden in their bags…?

The rest of the night was awesome – I cant tell you everything, now can I?

Let’s do it again soon, girls. Without the guitar-duo though, please!

Stormers, tequila & family

After a very delicious b’ay lunch at Bihari, I collected ka and met up wit j-a.g et al at The Toad for the Stormers / Bulls game. Obviously we kicked ass – but we kicked ass so easily that it didn’t look like they needed much of our support.  Instead we did our best to support the flow of Heineken to our table. Yum.

Just after the game though everyone buggered off leaving ka & I totally defenseless in the company of one loud and horny visiting vaalie – who btw, according to his friends is “Totally harmless, because he is married”. Yes, he was drunk and yes he was flirting, and by the time that I had to physically kick him off my bench, I thought he may have got the hint that a) married and b) not fucking interested.  Of course being drunk and horny, he didn’t get it. Instead he bought the 2 tables a round of tequilas and insisted on a personalised tour of the Kommetjie lighthouse. Yes, he was that drunk.  Luckily for me, it wasn’t so long ago that I had toooo many tequilas and vaguely remember making a complete ass of myself, so this time I let him have the tequila, gave him directions to the lighthouse, grabbed ka and made a swift exit, hopefully before he could notice that we were not going to Kommetjie.

The rest of the evening was spent talking & drinking in the company of my surrogate parents (aka ka’s actual parents). Awesome stories, lots of debates, some nostalgia.

It turned out to be a very cool night!

PPPP with BFF

Prime Circle were playing at a local Afrikaans school for some or other reason and while I am a huge fan and while they were just about playing in my backyard… I just could not bring myself to go joling with the teeny boppers.

So ka and I decided to decicate a night to them in our own special way:

P is for Prime Circle

P is for Peroni (s)

P is for Pedicures

P is for Parlotones (turns out i-tunes was on shuffle and it kept shuffling to Parlotones instead of just playing Prime Cirlce!)

We had music and foot spas and wine and mrb cooked a delicious supper, chilled out talking girly stuff in front of the fire.

Not exactly the Friday night of my yoot, but was very cool indeed!

Today was such an awesome day from beginning to end 🙂

Live Earth’s Walk for Water

k.a+ Cat collected me at 7.45am with a car packed full of picnic goodies. We were heading out to Spier for the Live Earth Walk for Water fund-raiser.  We made a quick stop at Olympia for some very fresh French loaf and then headed off to Stellenbosch. Via Baden Powel Drive. It’s much, much quicker that way, mrb. Just so you know! 😉

Of course, unprepared as I was I had no shorts and the day was starting to get really warm – so luckily for me, Cat lent me her shorts, which was a huge ftw! We collected our free T-shirts, headed back to the car to change and then made our way to the start line for the 6km run / walk. Some eager beavers did actually run the whole 6kms. We didn’t, of course… there was way too much beauty to behold en-route, to just rush past it all!

We made it back and found that we couldn’t take in any of our picnic goodies or drinks into the concert area because they preferred that you fork out a small fortune on what they were selling. 20 bucks for 1/2 a beer just didnt seem worth it.  We had brought along a couple of cold savannahs and k.a + I decided that we draw the line there: Booze – Line – Parlotones. To which smarty pants Cat said something about not drawing lines in the first place. I dont know, but as it turned out, the line shifted: Parlotones – line – Booze!

The Parlotones

My 4th concert so far and I am a total fan. I *love* their music, their lyrics and stage performance, them! So for me this was totally awesome. They sang all my favourite songs. After an hour of singing and dancing along with them, they had to stop, but were spotted around the back of the concert area chatting to the fans. I got my (sweaty!) t-shirt signed by the whole group (whooopppeeeee!), so did Cat + k.a. I was totally going to pack them into my back-pack, but then the security gave me one of *those* looks… so I just backed away carefully, signed t-shirt on my back. The three of us were so happy, we sang to The Parlotones *all* the way home…

Picnic in Tokai Forest

Because we could not picnic at Spier, we decided to take our goodies (and by now, seriously grumbling tummies) to Tokai Forest. Then we were chucked out of our initial spot (something about picnicking too close to the restaurant!) and found another <better> spot behind a few bushes + trees. We ate bread and drank wine, had cheese and savannahs. It was a perfect end to a perfect day. The weather was still warm, not a breath of wind. Just stunning. ‘cept for that fucking big wasp that tried to eat k.a’s arm. That was a bit freaky.