Yesterday, being a mundane Monday, I wasn't well stoked to get to the office. But alas, it wasn't at all terrible.
I had some Oats and Lindt pralines for breakfast - 08h30 meeting was made that much more pleasant by being given a box of Lindt Swiss Tradition Deluxe for us to share.
The day was made hysterically interesting by receiving a arb mms from Kat. In it, one of our not-so-useful 'Badminton' rackets we brought home from our Dirtbin trip, was being waved in the air. I couldn't exactly fathom what the hell was going on and after much sms banter Kat explained that the bloody useless shuttlecock had parked itself mid-racket. Guess we won't be playing imaginary Badminton again then.
Then, a few short hours later I get a text from her: "Dude, you'd be so ashamed to call me your friend right now." I think its something that has to be complete skandaal and end up being slightly disappointed when she replies its because she's boozed at gym. Ha ha ha ha ha. What a rippper! Making me proud.
Turns out she and some other classmates at varsity had a horrific test, and when Kat explained that she had the remnants of our Dirtbin Kaaaaa Baaaa in her car, it was tickets. They needed to drown their sorrows. Little Fishy went back into varisty, bought a 2l of Creme Soda and decanted a fair amount of Mainstay cane into the bottle. Kat smuggled the bottle onto the premises in her bag. The result: a number of bamboozled students. Kat then needed to get to the gym. And did so drunk. Little Biscuit.
I heard later that she thought the tannie on the treadmill next to her was complaining about where she'd put her stuff, but really the old goat was complaining about what a pisscat she smelt like. She gets 1000 points for that one.
So, post work, I rush home, get into my gym attire timeously and head straight to gym as quick as my little legs would carry me! Since I've been out of it a week and a bit I decide to start off slowly. Head up to the track, do a warm up walk of 3 laps and then a jog.Then a walk. Then a chat with a friend. Then a run. Then a walk. Then another chat with another friend. Then a run.
I cringe. Today I'm that girl at gym that usually drives me beserk. The one that hardly works out but has tons of time to chat to the world. Note to self: never repeat this course of events at gym, ever again.
I head down to the stretch mat and attempt to limber up a bit. As I come down the stairs I spot him. The dodgy, old (when I say old I mean old, he was completely grey), revolting character in his skin-tight back tee, that was more like a rash vest it was so tight, that was trying to mack on all of us the WHOLE of Friday night. Urgh, he creepily watches me as I make my way over to the mat. I call Kat IMMEDIATELY.
Together we piss ourselves about this strange course of events as well as Kat, the drunkard attempting to gym. She says its kinda like boozing in a Jacuz, effects are fell quite substantially and fairly quickly. She constantly laughs while on the phone to me, which infectiously takes me over...next thing I'm laughing so hard I'm snorting in the middle of the stretch mat, and I don't normally snort. Attractive.
I like to stretch. Most other peeps hate to stretch, I'm different. I do a few ab exercises and variations thereof but get side tracked. Shite. That just means I'm going to have to work 100 times harder on Tuesday AND I have Simon's Hi-Lo class: You leave feeling like a zillion bucks...until you cannot get yourself out of bed the next morning.
So I head home to bathe and get ready for my dinner date. Swazi Biltong Bro, Part II is in Jozi for Orientation as part of his new job. Since Debjer and I didn't make it to his 30th Celebration weekend I felt it apt.
Turns out that Swazi Biltong Bro, Part I made it all up. It was done to encourage everyone want to make the trip to Swazi for the weekend, an excuse if you will. Part II's bday is in OCTOBER for Pete's sake. Part II even changed his D.O.B on Bookface so no-one would think it dodge. Tools.
Dinner was really cool. Firstly couldn't decide what WE wanted to eat, and just went for something to drink. I then decided I felt like Calamari so off we went to the Harbour Fish Market at Bedford Centre. Rather yummy and I had veggies instead of starch. Good Girl. Hysterical converse ensued. I didn't stop talking...like thats a surprise? It ended on an unexpected note, one I'm not quite sure what to make of. Still an awesome evening spent in great company.
Feel asleep twittering my lil' heart out. Although, must admit, I'm still just trying to get the knack of it.
Tonight I look forward to my Hi-Lo, Ugly Betty and an evening of studying...You know I can't wait to hit the books. NOT!
Usalekahle
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