cruel senses of humor

Whoever came up with the word 'lisp' has a cruel sense of humor. It only occurred to me now that I have developed a temporary lisp, thanks to my "accident". I'm sporting the classic Cape Flats look after chipping my two front ones. There was a surprising lack of pain, all things considered. That was until I actually went to the dentist, and the pillock prodded at them for a full five minutes, injects something or another in my mouth, and tells me to piss off and come back on Friday. I shouldn't have made that snarky comment regarding his Spurs poster.

I'm not even going to go into detail regarding the chipped teeth. I could feed a lot of BS about helping a granny who was getting mugged, but I'm not the sort.

It's become even clearer in my mind that marriage is not an option for me, unless I elope. After seeing what they did (emphasis on THEY) to my Afrikaans brother from another mother (ABFAM) at his stag party, I have no intentions of putting myself through that. Even at the age of 35, the age I plan to marry (sorry ladies), I doubt that mob would be any less cunning.

The ABFAM was having fun in the early stages, and fulfilled his wish of drop kicking someone, 'Shaun Michael' style. Then he started resisting alcohol, and long story short, next came duct tape, a wheel barrow, and a puking contest. I was not a participant in either of these, and I think that can be attributed to the beach party the previous night.

What started out as an innocent braai ended up at Cubana in a rubber pool dancing with our tops off. Officially, we were crashing Lessie's hen party. She had already ducked, so we made the most of it.

I can't wait for the Christmas portion of the holidays to be over. Fair enough, until Tuesday, I hadn't even noticed the Christmas 'spirit' floating about. I've been in the malls and hardly noticed the decorations. But now my peeps are heading home or crawling to other crevices, they are getting all emo about Christmas. I'm hoping it goes by without a trace, and perhaps even try a repeat of Boxing Day '06, which was ridonkulous.

I've got a long weekend coming up, touch wood I don't do anymore damage to myself.