It was pretty rad to chill proper since my liver is so big it could go to university tomorrow.
You see, the last week has been completely off the heezy!
The most off the hook 5 days of my life started off with a bit of drama. Thank goodness for Bokkie for calming me the eff down and helping me out when I had no one else to turn to. Bokkie I love you madly, thank you for EVERYTHING, its always much appreciated.
So off we went to see Las Vegas' finest, The Killers. And F*ck yeah they killed it!
Words cannot describe how phenomenal they were. It did help that I was hooked up ever so kindly by a special lady's special person at Heineken, so I was rolling VIP! Easily one of the best nights of my life and easily top two live shows I've ever seen - they were right up there with the world's best live act, Muse. I couldn't choose between the two if my life depended on it!
After that was a whirlwind in Bokkies Cabrio home to sleep for just two hours before we met our Greek Semolina Biskuitjie and set of for Dirtbin. Destination: Miller ROCK THE BOAT!
The trip down was pretty uneventful (well I say that because any roadtrip with the Vig and Bok could NEVER be uneventful). Epic traffic in Pinetown meant that we got held up for a few, and Bokkie exclaimed that we were in fact 'driving through a fog'. Cos' she's street like that! Ha!
After a quick change at a fam friend of the Vig it was down to the harbour in our lumo yellow 'We're gonna rock this boat' tanks and white shorts. You couldn't have missed us if you tried.
Vig tried to smuggle in a bottie of Vodka, customs found it. He left it behind. After a major brainwave on Bokkie's part (Vig had won the trip after all), we had our VIP accreditation and skipped the queues.
The Sinfonia is breathtaking. Not only is she faking HUUUUUGE but there's something majestic about 58.6 tonnes of ship being able to float in the water!
We got to our Cabin..."We're at the 8...0..1...5 Cruise Cabin" [sing to the tune of Hotel Room Service by Pitbull]. Seaview nogal. GSB and I got to share the double, Bokkie and Vig shotgunned the fold out bunks!
As soon as we'd put our bags down it was out the door to explore and get our first drink!
"Sex on the Beach. Please".
From there it was downhill.
The anchor's raised, the heavens opened. I started to feel the seasickness. And we cut shapes into the top deck!
After that we went to our Cabin to take a break and get ready for dinner.
Only we just drank more. Found out that a pair of rad dudes down the corridor weren't just anyone - they were business contacts of mine I'd never met, only dealt with telephonically or via email.
Out comes their smuggled alcohol - Jägermeister, Patron. So off course we did Jägerbombs...on an empty, drunk, nauseous stomach. So I took a seasick tablet. As one does.
And then I passed the f*ck out.
For 6 hours!
Missed dinner.
Woke up at 2. Got dressed. And hit the clubs with the GSB.
Loaned GSB's golfing Pro buddy's rad Titleist cap she randomly was holding onto. Wondered to myself who this cap belonged to and whether he was hot. As you do.
Rocked that baby out big time. Everyone else seemed to think so too. Who else wears a sexy silver top paired with white shorts and a random Navy Golfer's cap?
Moi of course.
Made friends with security and (un)happy Australian security dude. The guy needed a Prozac or something. Pretty decent for someone that was K.O.ed for 6 hours...We kept going til past 7am.
I shall continue the tale in the moro for I feel if this entry gets any longer you may get bored and want to kill yourself.
Til then Adios Amigas and Amigos
you're a peach :) sounds like a rocking time.
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