Birthday and Christmas shopping went well yesterday, and I think I am half way there. The ABBA show last night ... OMG, to think we paid R220 for those seats! It was awful and we left at interval. The music was so loud we could hardly hear the words to the signing. And ... how come it was a 7 piece band that concentrated more on the rock guitar than anything else? Go figure. The seats were so close together that Hil was almost sitting on my lap as the BIG man next to her was hogging her space with his arms folded. It was like sitting in economy class seats of SAA ... having this desperate need to start working out that diet!!
Then when we had to all stand up and dance - well have you ever tried to dance on a sixpence? It's a no wonder the lady in front of us danced with her arms up that kept going in the faces of the people next to her. That must have been annoying. The best part of the concert for us was that we got to sit next to a really sexy chick who was dancing in the aisles - a Sharon Stone lookalike. She provided better entertainment. We were also in a group of 13 girls but sat in different places because of booking cock-ups. It might have been better if we all sat together.
Besides that though, it offered a great night out with friends - dinner, after-coffees, laughs, a bit of entertainment for Hil at the tables that proved positive. The hang-over I feel this morning from sitting in the smoking section of the Casino, makes me feel that I am not missing out on much with my previous desires to go wild - nothing ever changes in those places. To think I used to feel like this every morning with the after-effects of puza (Shona for dop)!! Renewed appreciation for my recovery, and I didn't even have to relapse for this convincer.
I have just got back from a special assembly at school, and I can confirm that I too am A BIG FAT CRY BABY. Jordan got an award for "exceptional house spirit at sports events". I wonder where he gets that from? It was so cute how he did a spontaneous demonstration for the school when he got to the top ... that's when the tears came.
Other than the kidney test I just never seem to have enough time in the day to do, there have been no thoughts of cancer, disease, woe-is-me ... Life just kinda goes on you know (.)(.)
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