To the windows...to the walls...

I am writing this here blog on my mobile. Why, you may ask, would one do such a lame-ass thing? Well we have no effing electricity at our office due to a general power failure in the area which means NO PC, NO server = no connectivity & therefore EXTREME boredom. The perfect opportunity to update the blog and continue the story...

Okay so I lied. I didn't blog yesterday. I was far too busy taking part in an airband flashmob to have had the time to blog. Check out www.youmakejoburggreat.co.za or http://youmakejoburggreat.wordpress.com to see the pics and footage later this week if its not up already.

Where was I?
Right...dronk verdriet at 07h00:

Day 2.
The drunk GSB and I finally started to make our way back to the 8.0.1.5 after scoffing half of the Cactus' pizza. Only said way making was not done quietly (Do I ever do ANYTHING quietly???)

We merrily sang "If you're happy and you know it" along the 8th floor corridor, all the way to the cabin. We even took off our make-up before climbing into bed (you have geen idee how much I actually heart make-up removing wipes), like the peaches we are! I believe that is pretty admirable, considering the circumstances.

We were woken up at around 08h30 by one of the most excruciating sounds my poor ears have ever had the misfortune of hearing. They, (El Capitano and his 'mates) were trying to drop anchor and by the sounds of things it didnt sound as though they were being very successful!

It honestly sounded as though the facking thing was being cranked from right outside our window. We could literally feel it being winched up and down. So NOT ayoba.

After that Bok, Vig and I were wide awake. And I was hanging. Like a witch in Salem in the 1800's.

Scratch that.
I was still drunk.

We went in search of breakfast, found a queue, stood in it and got some food.

I actually couldn't stomach eating it. It was all too old and gross for me to attempt in my state.

We went back to the cabin and mooched around and started singing our own rendition of Lil Jon & The Eastside Boys "To the windows...to the walls...til the sweat drops down my balls, til all you bitches call" complete with actions - the classy bunch we are.

This song, subsequently, got quite a bit of airtime throughout the ship, with a number of other songs classily performed spontaneous by us, whenever we felt the need to belt out a treffer. Attention whores maybe?

That afternoon after feeling severely queasy during lunch and barely eating again we hit the deck (no pun intended, seriously).

Thats when things got crazy. After numerous S.O.T.B's and much people watching from the upper deck, the team dared me to break into the now circle that had formed below and show them my mooooves.

So there I was (as I somehow often find myself) sikalekeke-ing, in the middle of a crowd. And boy did they think I was the knees of the Bees. And it was even all caught on camera for me to enjoy (read: regret) later.

We again strolled the ship, watching bands, stuffing our faces with duty-free Pringles and spontaneously belting out tracks like 'Down-da-da-da-down' every time went down in the lift or the Venga Boys' 'Up and down' everytime we went up. Duh.

When we eventually made it to our cabin again to get ready for dinner everyone wanted to join us including GSB's friends from down the corridor (The Golfer and his mates).

Golfer, got his much-loved Titleist cap back and thanked me profusely for its safe return. It seemed as though the entire 8th floor had joined in on the sing-a-long our cabin had since become. This all since Vig had showed and mosied (sp?) down to the internet cafe/bar so us blondes could get showered, dressed and made up for dinner in peace. Ha!

This cabin party meant that we were exceedingly late for our dinner sitting. I had not seen a proper dinner in two nights now. Nice.

Again, we went off in search of food, even trying to fool another of the restaurants into serving us. But nope. It wasn't happening.

We had a brainwave when we walked into the Duty-free shop and GSB, the beaut she is, wanted Tuc biscuits.

Before I continue with the story I should tell you that the entire trip (and for some time before that) Vig had formed a habit of taking a word or phrase and morphing it into something with a heavy sexual connotation. For example: Lemon Twist, Vig would say "I'll twist your lemons" or "I'll lemon your twist".

Of course by the time we had barely left Jozi town the 3 of us girls were mimicing him well and doing it like champions.

Back to the duty-free shop where GSB asks the rather dishy shop attendant for a packet of Tuc biscuits, followed immediately by "I'll Tuc your biscuit!"

I'm not sure any of us have laughed as hard or as much as we did after that. And we laugh alot. Even the shop attendant was on the verge of wetting himself with laughter.

After the Tucs, and subsequent hobo blanket mouth, we headed up to the club. We drank. Alot. GSB and I were bought drinks. Many.

Bok was feeling exhausted so she called it a night relatively early. The remaining 3 of us went on for hours...