Talk about bringing the Kelp back, phew. This weekend began at 4pm on Friday with after-work drinks at Cafe Sophia, before trekking up Long Street in my beautiful killer sparkly blue shoes to meet DT. Fact of life, in the city, when you need a cab there are never any to be seen. My blister was soon forgotten after a pina colada however, which soon became another pina colada (which in typical fashion, Hood managed to stuff up so we had to send them back to fix) and then Brazen joined us. After meeting some very cool archeologists at our table, DT left and Partner in Crime arrived. Another round later and Partner in Crime and I said our goodbyes to Brazen and headed off to Salt River to a little spot whose name for the life me I can’t remember. Next up was Deco Dance for some Roxette, vodka Redbulls and mayhem. I met a cute shy guy and eventually Partner in Crime and I caught a ride back to my place.
Waking up the next morning early, Partner in Crime gave me a lift to the shops for supplies, and then she made her way back to suburbia and I made my way home to sleep. A missed call from the shy guy, a couple of sms’ and plans were made for Long Street later. Cape to Cuba, more pina coladas (nice ones this time!), hectic wind, Patron at Hood and then some Fiction fun – highlight of the night was getting asked for ID, LOVE that. I have no idea what time we left, but luckily there was no falling over involved.
At around lunchtime today shy guy and I headed to the museum, where we were lucky enough to catch the Wildlife Photographer of the Year exhibition as well as various stuffed mammals and other stuff. Then we walked back down to Kloof Street for coffee. My blister is epic, my hangover finally diminished, my hair has been re-styled by this darn wind, my diet took a backseat and I feel like a teenager. I don’t think I’ve talked that much in ages, incredible the amount you can cover over the space of a weekend.
Tomorrow is Monday, and I have some torture at the chiropractor to look forward to as well as dinner with the girls I work with – dry needling aside, think it will be a good one.
In fact, I sense that this week is going to kick butt. 
