Monday, February 23, 2009

Sports, Beer and ..... Dresses

Okay – so it has really been a while since the last entry… apologies!! Here is a recap of everything that is happening so far.

Mr Cape Town’s sister is getting married in the near future – and I decided to shock everyone and attend in a dress…. Very brave choice on my part… and A LOT trickier than I was hoping. Not because I am a particularly fussy lass where clothing is concerned, but because I cannot seem to find a dress which was not designed to fit an ironing board…. I now have to choose whether I want my breasts or my hips to be comfortable…

Recently went to my first ever cricket game – loved it. I finally see what all the fuss is about. I was especially happy to see that you are allowed to drink on the stands. When the game started I was asking a lot of annoying questions but by the time the game was over I was jumping up and down with tomato sauce and beer stains on my jersey and wearing one of those mohawk hard-hats (which I only learned later can actually be adjusted to fit properly…. This thing was flopping all over the place much to the silent amusement of the folks I was with…)

Got a camping trip coming up!! Next week – watch this space, I will have 4 glorious days to make a complete ass of myself out in the wilderness. Who wants to take bets as to what it’ll be?? One-sided tan / burn…… near death encounter involving a palm-sized spider….. Getting drunk and passing out in a tube floating down the river… Man.. I cannot wait!! My camera will be handy for in case my bad luck somehow transfers to Mr CT and I can catch him in a mid air screech … Will suck the week dry of as much amusement for the blog as possible.

Dancing going well, finishing up with Course Number 1 this week (good for me!!). Still having loads of fun, and yes – still waiting for the rhythm to kick in. I am that tubby girl in the back corner who veers hip-first off in the wrong direction mid-routine and does not even noticed because she has her back to everyone. Nothing but a whirlwind of bum and arms complimented by the frantic ching-chinging of a coin belt. I guess the sensuality comes in one of the later courses…..

That’s all for now.

PRK