Firstly...I would like to take this moment to welcome myself back, Due to the great recession I have found it hard to find a computer that has a ADSL cap big enough for me to type on this awesome blog. Well things seem to be getting better so I will "try" my best to keep this updated...
This Monday passed was indeed the Angel's birthday and so in true tradition we ofcourse celebrated the whole weekend. We kicked off the weekend at the sophisticated Jade bar, I thought Tiger was uppety but this place takes the cake. Dressing my best wasnt even necessary for this establishment, people were walking around in jeans and T-shirts...but not just any old T-shirts...Ed Hardy and names like that...
So after the paparazzi was done taking crotch shots of me, we made our way to the bar, with the Angel not eating at all that day (apparently its a good diet plan) we tore the bar apart with some shots and doubles. The rest of the crew showed up and the night ended off well, the place only really picks up at like 11 and then closes at 2am...it makes no sense but I guess it was a good thing because the birthday girl was really throwing my name away by puking all over herself and speaking in Klingon. It was a great night...
Saturday I spent sitting around in a circle with some friends passing a energade bottle to eachother but I wont get into that.
Sunday brought us the ever so popular Summer concerts at Kirstenbosch featuring my favourite the Parlotones...I reckon they are the most awesome band South Africa has to offer and thats final. A damn stomach bug jumped out of nowhere and started visously attacking my well curved six pack...it wasnt funny. I had to leave a party pack in the concert toilets to sort it out, I dont think Khan was too happy. The concert was fucken awesome as usual...that was like the 8th time I have seen my boys live and they didnt dissappoint.
We usually chill for about an hour or so before going home from these concerts because traffic is a real bitch. Well Faffy left pretty much after it was done and about over an hour later calls us and tells us he cant find his car. Now this is not an unusual thing for Faffy because if his head wasnt attached to his body he would probably lose that too. I went to meet him with a bad stomach bug beating away at my well curved six pack and drove him and blondie around for like and hour and a bit trying to find this damn tazz. After no success he decided to give tracker a call to help allocate if the car is stolen or just parked somewhere. Tracker was no help at all, they said because he is on a basic plan all they can do is activate the alarm and then he must open a case with the police. Now this blew my fucken mind because cant Tracker just switch on the damn tracker and say "sir your car is in Winchester Road" but no they want to fight about him not having the right plan...Please tell what how the basic cover has ever found a car? Tracker is a pile of poen and should be shot out our sky, it will help out a lot more with the exporting of luxury cars into mozambique. We phoned the 10111 flying squad police 4 times in almost an hour before they got to us...Our country is fantastic with service. (I will elaborate when the time is right). Eventually about 3 hours after the concert and one boskak later Tracker gave in and found Faffy's car in Winchester road which is just around the corner from Kirstenbosch...Faffy you an idiot.
P.S there were pics I wanted to add but my blog seems to hate me today...Til next time
Booi!
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