It’s bloody hot out here in Gordon’s Bay at the moment. But I’m sitting here, secretly hoping that the Spur ribs we’ve just had won’t give us the runs tomorrow, and thankful that we once again have running water, after Gordon’s Bay went and lost most of its supply on Sunday afternoon, leaving most of its residents without much choice but to buy up every single liter of still water that the surrounding shops could supply.
But outside of a sweltering weekend with water supply for only half of it, it was a pretty chilled and enjoyable weekend, with some time spent at the sea, some time spent behind a Terry Pratchett book, some time spent watching shows like Queen’s Blade, Stripperella, Dante’s Inferno and even Independence Day. Devil May Cry 4 also fell before me as I knocked the final nail into its coffin and then got reacquainted with the lovely Lara Croft in Tomb Raider: Underworld. I finally sorted out the house over at House of C, added a few posts to my growing collection scheduled posts and in even braaied a delicious hunk of fillet on a sweltering Sunday afternoon.
But it was Friday evening that was undoubtedly the highlight of the weekend. Shooting straight through to Bellville after work (though when I say shoot I mean crawl as the traffic was particularly bad), failing to locate a replacement chair for Dean at Tygervalley, I then found myself being the first to enter Damen and Michelle’s pad where I eagerly gripped the Roman’s Pizza they had organised so long and then set up my controller and created my profile, finally leaning back and awaiting the arrival of the rest of the evening’s enemies in the form of Terrance, Karl-Heinz and Dean (not forgetting Damen of course!).
We five warriors then fired up Modern Warfare 2, selected our weapons and proceeded to blast the crap out of one another for the next couple of hours, with Michelle desperately bolting herself up in her room for safety (well truthfully, she was already sleeping). Dean proved himself to be the cautious type, and not half bad with a grenade launcher, generally the weapon of choice for Picaroon Brown, though that said he once again proved himself to be far superior at these games of war than what us mere mortals are (though he didn’t score half as many knife kills as what he usually does). Damen must genuinely have been practicing because he easily occupied second place, while I was generally happy with my performance, scoring some cool rocket launcher sniping kills for a change.
Karl was however cannon fodder. (Not entirely unexpected considering this was his first time of course).
It was an awesome evening of competitive gaming once again and I must say that I really am enjoying putting the time aside this year to spend as much time with my friends as possible. In the past it was sometimes the case that I’d only see some of the guys literally every six months or so, but at the moment I am determined to make this a thing of the past, hence all these frequent gatherings I keep talking about.
It’s good, I’m enjoying it and hopefully it continues for quite some time still to come! :)