at the mercy of mother nature...
Mother nature is at her bitchiest here in the Cape. And we all know Cape Town peeps; a bit of rain and they're all freaked out. Hell, we closed a whole freeway this AM, over a little bit of water.
On Friday, I was chilling with people made of some different stuff though. Rain or not, CC, JC and myself whipped out the braai stand, organised an umbrella, booze and skilpaatjies.
Problem is, I had the little matter of a rugby game on Saturday afternoon, so my drinking had to be limited to light beer. Nontheless, we all had fun listening to a 'Wackhead' Simpson CD and munching on some good meat.
Despite only consuming three Savannah Lites, all of 3% alcohol in them, I woke up with a hangover. Seriously. I chilled in bed the whole morning before heading over to the field. The game was a bruiser, but we were playing the bottom team in the league. Evidence was the 51 points we wracked up.
That wasn't the fun part though. The fun and games were on the 1st XV bench. Some of us were sat there for some 80 minutes in the biting cold and stinging rain, huddled under one umbrella, counting down the minutes. I got a 5 minute run at the end, which I was delighted about just to get moving. The banter on the bench was fabulous though. I raced home afterwards for two reasons; to jump out of the soaking clothing I was in and into a hot shower, and to catch what was left of the Sharks game at Fat Cactus.
I caught the second-half, regrettably. The Sharks were awful, and the less said, the better. Ditto the rest of the evening. I can't remember having a good time at the Stones in Obz.
I spent yesterday with JC and CC, lunch at Rascals, pizza and movies on the couch. Talking a whole lot of shyte as well, just to keep each other entertained. It was brilliant. A day well spent.
The weather is most uninspiring, so much of the same expected this week.


