My gosh, that was a good Saturday.
Since I went to bed at ten on Friday night, I was rather keen on Saturday morning. I started by going to my nephew’s pre-school graduation in the morning.
Imagine my surprise to find DJ Robbie Tee on the decks, with Kelly Rusike’s Jazz Invitation providing the live tunes. I left just as the ceremonies were ending and the braai was being lit, but damn, what a creche.
Drank all afternoon at the Scud & Nanny with Tongs, watched some (frankly disappointing) league basketball at PE, then returned to the Scud for the Kiwi rugby game.
And we finished a bottle of Famous Grouse.
We eventually went to Liquid Lounge for Robbie’s birthday party, and my gosh, Africans can paaaaartay! Since my life I haven’t seen the place that packed, which is testament to either Robbie Tee’s pulling power or the level of boredom in Harare.
The place was rocking, and Baron was trying to kill me with alcohol, the missus was joying and even Eddie Fresh was out on the lash. Good times were had.
Until some random female felt up my butt.