So it's half an hour to go until the opening ceremony, and the city is alive.
We downed tools at eleven (did we ever really honestly pick them up?) for a little World Cup office party, catered with doritos and dip (for the Mexicans, gettit?) and boerie rolls braaied last night by our publishing director himself.
I won a vuvuzela in our little lucky draw. Who knew winning something for once (even something plastic that honks) could be so exciting?
Also drew Uruguay as eventual winners in our office pot, which is ironic considering I'll be supporting France at the Cape Town stadium tonight.
The beauty editor painted my fingernails yellow for Bafana Bafana. I officially have gees.
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