Number of sunny days: 3. Warmer weather seems to be finally making its way down to Cape Town. Hello summer!
Number of gorgeous handbags accidentally bought on Saturday morning: 2. Went to Gardens Centre to have my car washed (yes, yes, I'm lazy) and STRICTLY not to shop, but then Accesorize was just too tempting. Besides, when I get round to posting pics, you'll know you would've done the same.
Number of pirrrrate parties attended on Saturday night: 1. Le Boyfriend's company's end of year function (bit early, isn't it?).
Number of G&Ts consumed at said function: many
Number of shooters: see above
Number of people who threw name: just about everyone. There were men dressed as mermaids, a couple as SpongeBob and his starfish friend (with the mandatory accompanying starfish jokes), a scarily convincing Jack Sparrow and various other dirty seafaring sorts. There was much drinking of drinks and much cutting of rugs and pulling of shapes. There was an epic group Freddie Mercury number on the dance floor, and someone will forever be remembered as categorically NOT having the moves like Jagger, whatever he may assert. Oh and I did my first langarm, just for kicks, though Boyfriend says he's never seen me so excited (shame, and it was with another man). In short, it was wonderful. But possibly the best thing about this particular group of people, is that you know you were never as terrible as the next person. It's a comfort, in times of severe gin consumption.
Number of hangovers: 1. Large one. Although waking up to the sight of waves crashing below our little cabin on the west coast, and a buffet breakfast to salivate over, pretty much sorted everyone out.
Number of Sunday afternoon naps: 1. It's official: I love nap.
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