blurry patterns...

Weekends are falling into a regular pattern:

Thursday – 19h00 – 03h00: PhUzA THuRsDaY
Beverage of the Day – wine + delicacies of choice
Friday – 07h00 – 17h00 worsthangoveratworkever™
Friday – 17H20 – 22h00 comatose
Friday – 22h00 – 22h30: Evening Snack
Friday – 22h30 – 07h00: comatose
Saturday – 10h00 – 13h00: Dancing
Saturday – 15h00 – 19h00: Rugby on the telly
Saturday – 19h00 – 23h00: So You Think You Can Dance
Beverage of the Day – beer, vodka, and delicacies
Sunday – all day activity: Recovery…

If you are curious about what I’m doing this weekend, refer to the schedule above. There might be a tweek here and there, but by and large, this covers it.

Not that it’s boring, ya’ll. I spend my time with purely entertaining people. Hardly a dull moment, and should we come across a dull moment, as JC and I sometimes do, we find creative means to will away those minutes (that’s how PhUzA tHuRsDaY starts).

This weekend is that sticky period before payday, when one needs to spend the weekend at home or go out on a serious budget. Were it not for the cancellation of the show, we would be in the doldrums, turning tricks for a buck.

I say that in jest, but at least someone was doing something for a couple of brownie points from The Big Guy. Will was busy hosting a tea party for Cancer Ass of SA (“?!” I haven’t asked yet) on Sunday to raise funds. I’m sure he’ll be hitting the shooter bar hard at Tiger this weekend. With his own funds of course. Will is a top man! “Misappropriation of funds” and “Will Human” would never be found in the same sentence.

Of course today is Tuesday, another day JC and I have come to dread. Only because it has evil means of providing us with generous amounts of wine, just large enough to ensure a healthy dose of a hangover the next day and enough to make the two dance classes in the evening a traumatic experience.