Category Archives: Party

Yeah, that actually happened!

Thursday: I attended a potluck in Bo-Kaap. A potluck is where all the guests bring along ONE dish. I made mealie lagan. At one point one of the guests looks at me and says, “This is so delicious. Have you tried it?”

Me: Yeah, I made that!

Obviously, I’ve never been acquainted with modesty.

Friday: I had BIG plans for Friday. I was going to watching The Arrows, play at Zula in Long Street. But when I got home I found the idea of staying in bed and watching movies, more appealing. Five minutes into watching “Bring it on 5” I immediately regretted my decision.

Saturday: I am very conscientious of time and like to arrive to events early. Today I outdid myself and arrived for a party a week early.

I hope to accomplish two things on Sunday: run 12km and find my perfect apartment. Wish me luck!

 The photo I took of my sister at the Biscuit Mill today!

The riveting details of my life

Sunday: Participate in a 10km run. In the rain! At the 8km you realise that you’ve lost all feeling in your toes. After the race, you admire the newly acquired blisters and finish the last few chapters of “Q & A”. The movie “Slumdog Millionaire” was based on the book. It’s a really bad book and should be sent to the naughty corner.

Monday: Attend a hot yoga class. Yoga is a practice that requires focus, balance and the ability to tell your left from right. You have none of these skills. None! But in this class, you notice an improvement. You are now able to hold a pose for 4 seconds, instead of 2 seconds! You’re brimming with pride. It isn’t long before Cirque du Soleil will be begging you to perform with them.

Tuesday: Donate blood. Even though you’re afraid of needles. Because let’s face it, this is the closest that you’ll ever come to being Batman.

Wednesday: Bake banana cupcakes. This process is fairly uneventful. No one screams that you’ve killed the yeast. You manage NOT to melt any bowls in the microwave. And you can tell the difference between garlic and ginger. You’ve come along way.

Thursday:  You attend a party in Bo-Kaap, formerly known as the Cape Malay Quarter. You park so badly, that a resident leaves the comfort of his porch, climbs into your car AND parks the car for you. You are eternally grateful.

Friday: You hope you don’t fall asleep at the office.

 And there was chocolate chilli cake at this party in Bo-Kaap.

All the good girls are home with broken hearts

2012 Life list updates for April

  • Read 2 books – To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee and When You Are Engulfed in Flames by David Sedaris. I think this is like the 7th time I’ve read To Kill a Mockingbird. Currently reading Game of Thrones.   
  • Surfed once.
  • Attempted 2 new dessert recipes – Sesame seed biscuits (cookies) and brownie. The sesame seed biscuits were absolutely disgusting. The brownies were okay, I should have used dark chocolate instead.
  • Managed a new PB for a 15km race – 1:22. That’s an entire 10 minutes off my previous PB. A sub 2:10 for a 21km still eludes me.
  • And had pizza at Massimo’s in Hout Bay. Pictures below were taken at Massimo’s.

  • Plane tickets to Kruger National Park have been booked.
  • I’ve agreed to run the Cape Town Marathon in September. 
  • And I’m going to the Michael Buble concert on Thursday. So excited!

Crazy/beautiful – Langebaan edition

Thanks to these beautiful ladies (and some men not pictured in the above pic), I had a lovely weekend. We ran a short little race (21.1km).

Woke up at 04:15 on race day, only to have a bus load of marathoners laugh at us.

 We had a potjiekos cook-off.

Played an intense game of Jenga, 30 Seconds and Uno. There were allegations of cheating.

 

V Day Dinner, 30 Seconds and Jimmy Choo

Yesterday was awesome. I ate too much. Laughed too hard. And got home late. But let’s start at the beginning, shall we?

 

A couple of my friends arranged a dinner party last night. Guests were asked to bring along a dish. And by dish, I don’t mean actual plates. Nor do I mean a sexy person, although I do think that this option should be explored. I mean that we were all asked to bring along a meal or dessert. More than ten people were invited. You do the maths. There were red velvet cup cakes, two different types of curry, two types of pie, quiche, chocolate, salad etc. At the end of the evening I could be found rubbing my stomach and saying, “I think I should have stopped eating 30 minutes ago.”

Of course, it wasn’t just the food that made last night a success. There was a quick game of 30 seconds, where I learnt that the Boer War wasn’t about the whites fighting the blacks. My team was unjustly labeled as the spawn of Satan. And Cazz apparently has trouble with the alphabet, believing that “K” comes after “L”.

Oh and sometime during the evening the phrase “anal mouth” was uttered. Yeah, I can see that one’s going to require some explanation.

It all started innocently enough, as most things do, with Dizzy* talking about farting competitions. Just, you know, everyday polite conversation. And this prompted the start of a conversation revolving around gurus, who instruct followers to suck up air through their “anal mouths”. Juan, “It’s known as analation”.

*sigh*      

These are my friends. And I honestly won’t trade them for all the Jimmy Choos in the world.

A lot like love … La Vie, Seapoint

I have just fallen in love with Sarah’s travel blog, Where the wild things go. Her photos are so beautiful, so vivid, they look like oil paintings. And her writing! You’ll want more than anything to pack you bags and head for the great outdoors.

 Cup of coffee at La Vie in Seapoint. The service at La Vie is really, really bad.

 Seattle Coffee & Barry

Barry, Seattle Coffee and new friends watching the sunset.Bird landing on the rock.

Sir David Attenborough, lighthouse and baby showers – photos

Sir David Attenborough at the podium. He was a speaker at a Q&A session hosted by UCT. The session was held at Kirstenbosch Research Centre. And I just gatecrashed. I absolutely had to. How could I pass up the opportunity to see Sir David? I’ve watched so many of his wildlife documentaries. (Also, I can’t believe that some of my friends have never heard of Sir David.)
 
Anyway, he is remarkable – interesting, entertaining and logical. No, logical isn’t quite the word I’m looking for. He’s thought about things. Gone though this process of carefully weighing up the “evidence” and come up with a clear stance.
 
He spoke about evolution and creationism. He spoke about overpopulation and how it is the root of all evil. He stated that women NEED to be educated and liberated – since this is the only way that the birthrate will decrease. He stated that as a biologist, the one place that NEEDS to be explored is coral reefs. That as a biologist he would give Galapagos a miss. And he spoke about this tribe in Papua New Guinea.

Photo taken at a Dr M’s baby shower. The eggs (ovaries) were made of chocolate.

At the baby shower we played such classics as, guess the weight of the baby momma. Fun times!

More photos taken at the baby shower. The food was truly delicious.

I recently had a cup of coffee at a restaurant directly across from this Mouille Point lighthouse.

Pity party – that I would be good

Dear friends

I, Sid Kane cordially invite you to a pity party. The chief meal for the evening is pity, with a touch of tears, to give it that extra tart flavour. And if that isn’t enough for you, I will also be serving up side dishes of anger, disappointment and self-loathing. And if you actually manage to stick around long enough for dessert, you might just get a huge heaping of insight.

On Monday, the 2nd May, I ran my second half-marathon for the year. It was also my second half- marathon for the week, completing it within 2 hours and 17 minutes – my personal best. And although I was completely elated by my performance, this was tinged by the fact that I’d somehow injured my right foot.

“It’s the ball of my right foot. It feels as if the bone is protruding right through the muscle and skin. I just want to cushion my foot in bubble wrap,” I complained.

Fast forward to today – six days after I’d injured my foot and completely convinced that all that resting I’d done had completely healed my foot. Wanting to test this belief, the genius that I am, decided to enter the Milkwood Race. Not the 10km distance but the 21.1km. Because I’m hardcore, or as Mad Phoenix would eloquently put it, “completely fucked in the head.”    

Seven kilometres into the race and I wanted to bail out. But I didn’t. I persevered. I’d always been taught that persevering was good quality to possess.

By the time I’d reached the 15km mark my usually perky disposition had dissipated. My general mantra of, “Just lift your legs”, had been replaced by, “You stupid bitch. Why? Why do you have to push so hard? Now look, you’ve gone and injured yourself.”

With 3km left, I was feeling so vulnerable and depleted that I couldn’t help thinking, “Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Just close your eyes and … breathe. You’re almost.” Of course I wasn’t almost there. Three kilometres is an eternity when you’re injured. And every step was torturous and I couldn’t help wondering if I’d torn a muscle in my foot. 

TO BE CONTINUED

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That pic I promised. Told you I was one sexy mofo.

Crazy/Beautiful – Dancing Queen

As if there isn’t enough embarassing information of me out there on the interwebs, I bring you photos.

Ignore the fact that I’m wearing takkies to a party and that my fat stomach is showing. The bigger question is what am I doing and why? And if you thought THIS is bad, you should see me at En-dee!’s wedding.

This chick in front, with the grey T-shirt, is one of the coolest chick ever. How can I not love a girl who tries to embody the spirit of Britney Spears on the dancefloor?

Watching soccer.

EDIT: Just got the following gchat message from Dizzy.

Dizzy*: Your blog post today … I laughed so hard and it reminded me of the following pic …