Wint-grrrr

I dont really know what it is about a highveld winter that it screws with my head as much as it seems to. Does everyone feel like this during winter or am I some kind of freak?

Maybe it has to do with the fact that its not unusual for me to wake up with a bloodied nose during the highveld winter. Nor is it unusual for my skin to feel like its splitting apart on every inch of my form no matter how much a lather Nivea's Nourishing Lotion for Dry Skin onto my bod or how much mineral oil I decant into my bath.

It doesn't help that I am getting over the most shocking chest infection. Bright spark here thought she'd overcome her bout of flu and hit the gym like a no one's business, doing 3 full hours last Tuesday and waking up on Wednesday feeling like I'd been through 9 rounds with Mike Tyson.

Wednesday was a definite highlight...I finally got to see 'The Hangover'. And yes, it definitely was worth the wait. I needed to laugh like that. Got a kick out of putting 'is excited for her hot movie date this eve' as my Bookface status too. The responses were enough to have me laughing for days. Truth be told, my 'date' was Bokkie and we stuffed our faces with popcorn, smarties and extra large Cherry Slush Puppies.

Its been a sad week with the death of a friend the same age and his equally heartbreaking funeral. An amazing guy that I never saw without a smile on his face and always made us laugh. Took time of for the funeral which was on the other side of the Boerie Curtain, in BEN-ON-1. Amazing to see how well-loved he was.

But you know, nothing with Bokkie and I is ever uneventful. In between bawling our eyes out at the tragedy of losing such a wonderful person, Boks and I were checking out the talent.

As soon as the service finished and we went outside, she turned to me and said: "Dude, like I know this is COMPLETELY wrong, but did you spot the talent? Shew!". We both let out a hugely inappropriate laugh when we discussed who, what and wtf? She even suggested we become Funeral Crashers (a la Wedding Crashers). I turned to her and said: "You know, I think he'd be proud of us spading at his funeral."

While most mourners went off to the burial (we decided against going as we thought it inappropriate), we were starving so headed off to Mc D's for a Big Mac and a McFlurry. On the way there, Bokkie lets me know that she still has the remnants of Kaaa Baaa, from our famous Dirtbin trip, in the form of a bottle of 'Cape to Rio' cane. "Riiiiight - so I take it we're getting XL Creme Soda's then?"

Big Mac. Tick
Med Fries to share. Tick.
XL Creme Soda. Tick
Mc Flurry. Cross: Mc Flurry Machine Broken. Balls.

As Bokkie topped up our Cane Train's in her car in the parking lot, we listen to the likes of Kurt Darren's "Af, af, af" and "Ek het 'n tooter op my waterskooter". We were in Ben-on-1 after all.

We made out way back to the church to pay our repects to his family and our friends, albeit slightly tanked. I had some revolting turtle dove crap down my leg. Thank F*ck I was wearing tights.

The mother and son team we were chatting to, while we waiting, seemed to find us thoroughly amusing - who doesn't? Not sure if it was because they thought that we belong in Groendakkies though?

Farewells for Mazzles at the airport with Vig followed with renditions of 'All the single Ladies', 'Lean on me' and 'Smile' performed (with dance sequences) in the middle of OR Tambo's International Departures. Then headed to eat ourselves sick.

Saturday was fun, what with us trying Bridesmaid's dresses for Portuguese Petal's wedding almost a year early. Had littlest Griek Semolina Biskuitjie's bday at Lavinova. I hate that place. And yes, hate is a strong word.

Some sad news for me personally. My Ouma, my dad's mum, passed away on Monday. Breaks my heart to see my Faj so sad. Sending him lots of love.

So altogether not the nicest 2 weeks I've ever had, but hey you've got to be low to experience a true high. I'm looking forward to tons of high's in the following months.

I need to catch a break.

H x