who needs pretoria friends visiting anyway?

still reveling in the afterglow of the weekend - yep, folks, it was a great one. ducked out of cocktails on friday (and a good thing too, can't stand that stuck-up prick marc was dragging with) and spent the evening with that far more pleasurable activity, making butternut soup.

saturday came, and armed with my credit card and 4 mates, hit stellies for some serious el vino buying. was very militant about the number of farms we had to visit, so no one was allowed even to think of stopping for lunch (this nazi bought sausage rolls, and ordered timmy to make sandwiches for padkos). 27 bottles later, my thirst for purchase had been quenched (well, actually the farms I still wanted to go to had closed), and hunger pangs were beginning to attack. we went asian for dindins, then on to what has to be one of the most awesome clubs ever. who'd have thought that cape town's elite could make for pleasurable company is any setting, let alone in a club? (was completely turned off by the ferrari gallardo parked right outside the entrance with the numberplate 'TOPGUN')

the view from the 31st floor overlooking CT was spellbinding, as were the gyrations of a scantily-clad, coke-saturated pretty blonde thing, semi-humping her pimp on the dancefloor right next to me. i couldn't help but stare, less for her antics and more for the attraction of her appearance, which strikingly resembled my current preferred lesbian fantasy partner, scarlett johannsen. oh, and i must have looked fabulous myself, because 4 men were trying to get all over me (not simultaneously). oh the boost to my already-large ego! of course, my pal was jealous of the attention i was getting, and kept acting like he was my boyfriend at the most inopportune moments, so i never got anyone's number (not that i'd be able to do anything with anyone's number, anyway, being the faithful girlfriend that i am).

to end a rather long post briefly, here's the quick sunday rundown: headache at 9am, choo-choo to kalk bay at 12, lunch at fab olympia's, choo-choo back at 3:30, tea and card games with fed&ed, dindins at timmy&marc's (where a certain nauseating relationship threatened to ruin my dessert), failed dye-job on nan after the movie. and so here we are, back at the week. sigh.