It has taken me a substantial while to re blog due to the busy term just had at Fedisa, but now that I'm harrying it all alone in the small quaint village of St Francis I shall attempt to blog daily.
The holiday started with a friday night "jol" in Cape Town with all the Betty's,jamming matric rave style for Kade's birthday. What a mare of a night for us, the garden gnome carrying Mr Jack Daniels statue around; giving him a good dance off on the 'D' flow, me falling countless times due to the killer heals I was sporting and a little to much Jagermeister.
As we all regrouped and lay laughing on the bean bags not to sure exactly what we were laughing about,but vaguely remember it was purely the celebration of an amazing first term that was going to be hard to forget. So back in the mom van we all crawled; and driven safely back to Fort Knox by "dad".Don't forget the slight detour via green point and Ronald MacDonald's play place,"6 piece McNugget meal please,thank you."
Back at the ranch,Bellvue was carrying on with the celebrations.Going to bed that night with the looming thought of a massive hangover, my unpacked bags and my flight leaving at 10.35. Alarm set for 6am;yeah right, never even heard it go off.
Woke at the time I was supposed to be leaving for the airport and I must have some good karma as a SMS came through to tell me that my flight had been delayed by an hour. So I packed and headed straight off to the airport. I happened to be sitting next to my good friend Isabelle and her boyfriend whom I hadn't seen the entire year so we caught up while I had a couple of ciders to ease me into the change of mindset from Cape Town to Port Elizabeth, phew what a ride.While waiting for my cuzzie to fetch me i had a couple of Marlboro's and was asked some strange questions by passers by and then followed suit by passing out on her couch while waiting to be fetched by my parents who were rushing as it was my sisters matric dance, per usual our family always running late.
As the girls get ready I decide to have a slight spruce and try find my make up, only to realise that along with my make-up, my favourite toiletry bag is left at Port Elizabeth airport on the baggage carousal waiting for its owner. Calm down, don't panic I tell myself all will be resolved.(nobody answers their phones in the Port Elizabeth airport, huge fail.)
Off to the pre drinks and after a vodka red bull I'm feeling like my old self and ready for a party, we'll have to stop at school first to see the girls in their dresses;whom all looked stunning.So did the event with the theme of vintage circus.
Back to Port Elizabeth to meet my dad and his partner in crime who have been waiting for the girls so patiently at the Stage Door, one of the oldest pubs in Port Elizabeth. With the entire floor covered in wood shavings, a working duke box in the corner, James Dean and Marylin Monroe posters cover the walls amongst the many American states number plates;there after we went for yummy Indian.
Had an early one fetched my sister the next day and my lost bag from the airport. Finally got home to quaint St Francis where I am now sitting quietly on my laptop rambling on about my lonely days. Although I have Rafial the Doberman Pincher to keep me company whom i can't converse with so clearly.
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