Miss me? Here's where I've been and what I've been up to lately...
Number of days in my weekend: four. Which makes this a three-day week for me. Bliss.
Number of hours spent working on Boyfriend's car on Saturday: a few. I'm his spanner bitch, and I'm strangely okay with that.
Number of big, drunken girls' nights out: 0. With half our posse bailing on our Deco Dance mission on Saturday night, the three remaining musketeers opted to stay in, in bed, in our pyjamas, with popcorn, ChipNiks, Cadbury Top Deck and hysterical girly chatter. Awesome throwback to our teenage years.
Number of cocktails consumed during lunch at Beluga on Sunday: one. Look at that restraint. (Although I made up for it by having promised to go back next Sunday purely for martinis and that ridiculously decadent Lindt chocolate Sundae – it's all about moderation you see.)
Number of artery-choking meals on Monday: one. Le Boyfriend and I finally took a wander down to Kalk Bay harbour for fish and chips at the water's edge from the wonderfully dingy Kalky's. Trans fats at their oil-dripping best. Plus I could finally tick that little outing off my 'fun Cape Town things to do with Boyfriend' list.
Number of lifelong dreams fulfilled on Monday night: one. Well, to be fair, it was the lifelong dream of my 19-year-old self, but let's not quibble over details. Went to see The Used at Grandwest Arena and sang my little heart out to Taste of Ink, sandwiched between my fellow former emo kids, back in our black eyeliner and red lipstick of yesteryear. Fan-bloody-tastic.
Number of picnics in the sunshine on Woman's Day yesterday: one. Boyfriend and I headed into the sunshine of Kirstenbosch to lounge under a tree and nibble on an assortment of goodies. It may have been somewhat less relaxing then intended, what with the screaming children and hipster teenagers everywhere, but at least I got to tick another item off my abovementioned list. Oh and thanks Mother City, for organising such spectacular weather for my long weekend.
Number of times I hit snooze this morning: twice. WedMonsday mornings are no fun.
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