Well, what a weekend. That’s the thing about Hahaharare, it never ceases to amaze. There’s always somethin goin’ on, and you can’t afford to fall asleep. Shuck and jive, that’s the way to survive. I’ll tell you why.
1. Clothes no matter how wonderful they are, do not have powers of locomotion. They will NOT pick themselves up off the floor. Underwear with skid marks is a definite NO-NO. Mate, Softex is there for a reason.
In an effort to simplify things for all my potential dates out there, here’s another list of 10 things; this time a few basic requirements I have of my ideal girl. Just so we can have at least a shadow of a chance at a meaningful and lasting relationship.
Here’s a few photos from the inaugural Miss Interbanks competition held at Prince Edward on Saturday night. I was there, I was drunk, and I had a camera.
So I gave it to my brother to take my photos, while I sampled the beverages and checked out the girls! I think I need to sample some of Tetrad’s goods and services!
Alright, for those of you uninitiated in the pleasures of Violet Moyo’s music, I’m gonna educate your ass. So, there I was listening to Wedgie’s iPod when I came across some of the dumbest shit I’d ever heard, and asked him what the hell I was listening to?
As an ongoing community service, I’ll be writing an occassional “10 Things” list to help other bachelors out there with commonplace situations. You may find yourself in these situations one day, so let me try and help with a few insights and tips, that at face value may appear common-sense, but trust me, we can ignore them. And make bad decisions.
Alright, geezers, what did you get up to this past weekend? I, shockingly, was taken clubbing by me mates at Mambo on Friday night, which perfectly set me up for the braai on Saturday, which was excellent, and the football, which was freekin wonderful!
One of Trevor’s friends threw a party on Saturday night. Now’s it’s been a while since I been to the JV, so I was keen to see what it’s like nowadays. And I was thirsty.
Strange thing about some bars: you can go there one day with one party, and have a pretty ordinary time. Go there another time, with a different team of players, and have a really good laugh. It helps if the bar’s name is something as ridiculously weird as “Billy Fudpucker’s”, which is Elvish for “I don’t know what to call my pub, and Tiperrary’s is taken”.
Once in a while, you can have that weekend which defies all odds, which, for some unknown reason, transcends all expectations. Sadly, this last one wasn’t like that.
I love things. And judging by what HIFA showed, I’m not the only one. The people came out in droves: locals from all walks, regional tourists and even a couple of jazz-loving, brandy-swigging Ozzies.
Rockin times at the festival last night. We saw Antonio Forcione on the main stage, man, this dude rocks. Absolutely the best guitarist I’ve seen live, no doubt.