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Damen’s Birthday and a Montgomery Stronghold Visit My Life 14 APR 2010

Like I mentioned earlier, this weekend turned out not to be all that awesome, despite all the cool things that were actually going on around me. Stupid mighty morphing sickness!

Anyway, Friday evening kicked off with Chantelle preparing us some awesome fishcake burgers for supper before we jetted out in Gina G. on route to catch Steve Carrel and Tina Fey in Date Night at Ster Kinekor, Somerset Mall. The movie turned out not to be completely brainless comedy like I was expected and in the end we both pretty much enjoyed it – all I’m saying is watch out for the rotate around the pole dancing segment – you’ll be in hysterics! :)

Saturday morning we were out and about quite early already, riding all the way through to Cape Town in order to pick up Chantelle’s wedding ring which had gone in for repairs to the jeweller a week or so before (one of the diamonds had popped out of the engagement ring segment of the wedding ring). That pickup went pretty smoothly and so it was a change of direction and off to Durbanville in order to catch Andy in her newly opened games store, Games Exctera (more or less that spelling I think), sitting in 22 Oxford Street, Durbanville main.

The sun ever so sharp off a bakkie's back window, driver Craig had no other choice than to pluck Chantelle's sunglasses right off her head in order to protect his fragile eyes!

I must say I was pleasantly surprised by the size store she managed to lay her hands on and with a good selection of XBOX 360, PS2, WII and PC titles, both new and secondhand, and with decent prices for game trade-ins, I’ve got a feeling that she’s not going to do too badly in this new venture of hers! :)

From there the sickly Craig carted Chantelle off towards Damen and Michelle’s pad, in order to join in on the manly gaming session part of Damen’s day-long birthday celebrations, with only one small snag getting in the way of arriving more or less on time – I managed to get the two of us horribly lost and in Kraaifontein of all places.

Needless to say, again not one of my proudest moments and so out came the GPS and by hook or by crook we made it back to the general vicinity where we needed to be and I joined Damen and Dean for some intense Modern Warfare 2 multiplayer battles while Chantelle stole Gina G. and went to enjoy her Saturday elsewhere.

Dean and Doctor Karl trying to figure out how the Wii works (you'll note the bemused Craig in the background as well)...

Of course, one can only game for so many hours and when the prescribed time finally arrived, the wives and rest of the friends (even little Zandea came along for the ride!) descended upon Damen’s safehaven and so out came the charcoal and meat and what ensued what a great braai, featuring a chocolate fountain, ice cream, salad, snackies, Wii-playing, Lips karoake (Terrance’s fault again!), and just general fooling about get together in celebration of Damen’s 29th Birthday.

Chantelle giving it her all in karoke battle against Terrance and Trish!

Not feeling particularly great by this stage of course, I’m kind of glad we had already made plans to sleep over at Mom’s place on the night, and so after saying our goodbyes, Chantelle drove me to my old home where we sat down and had a bit of a chat with Mom and Pops (who was watching the Masters of course!) before I bid them goodnight and sunk into a restless but necessary sleep.

(Oh, but before I forget, has anyone of you tried dipping boerewors in the liquid chocolate that comes out of a chocolate fountain? Wow, what an awesome taste sensation – it’s brilliant I tell you!)

Sunday morning Chantelle and I decided to skip our initial plans of going through to Church as the sickly Craig (and Chantelle who was starting to develop the same symptons that I had when it first started) needed all the sleep he could get, meaning that the morning was pretty much wasted away in bed and in front of the television.

But of course, that couldn’t last all day, oh no, not in the lives of Craig and Chantelle, as by noon it was time to get showered, changed and ready, before setting off to hit the Montgomery stronghold for a day of family braai, darts and conversation. We were joined by my mom and pops as well as Retha and Miguel and the day turned into a pleasant get together, even if both Rob and I were forced to retire early and crawl into bed while the rest continued to party without us!

From there it was a late evening back into GB where to be honest, not much else happened other than some manga reading, ice cream munching, feeling sorry for one’s self and movie watching (The Mummy was awesome to see again!), before jumping into bed for a well deserved, but probably more needed than anything else, deep rest.

And that my friends is the tale of this weekend past. Not particularly exciting I suppose, but certainly filled to the brim with damp tissues and coughed out bits of lung! :P

And what post featuring Lips would be complete without a photo featuring the king of karoke, Mr. Terrance himself! :P

Make the Circles Bigger! My Life 19 MAR 2010

As I write this I sit with my head in my hands experiencing the deepest of shame. Let me tell you where I was around 19:00 on Monday evening: Sitting in McDonalds Tyger Manor, consoling myself with a Quarter Pounder Deluxe meal and speaking to Chantelle on the phone. But hang on a minute, you find yourself ask me – “Aren’t you meant to be at karate practice on a Monday evening, starting 18:30?”.

Why yes, that is exactly where I was meant to be. But let me tell you my story of woe. First, it all started out with simply dreadful traffic trying to escape from Westlake through to Muizenburg. However, this was only the beginning because as I got to the giant circle connecting to Baden Powell, I finally saw what was causing the long delay – a fire engine with its red lights flashing, indicating that the coastal road was now well and truly closed. Bugger.

So forced back towards the M5 direction as were the rest of the evening’s commuters, I discovered that my detour route that would take me around the closed off section of Baden Powell was also blocked thanks to a pedestrian that had been run over earlier, his body still lying under the tarpaulin and the cops cordoning off the area. Double bugger.

Right, no problem though, I reckon if I just head up to the M5 and connect on to the N2 it will take me home, though I’ll most likely miss karate now thanks to the heavy traffic flow. So out came the TomTom GPS and I sat back frustrated, listening to the radio in the hopes that someone on air could cheer me up. Nobody did.

But it gets worse you see. Confident in my own navigation abilities (you see the mistake I made there?) and realising that the TomTom will charge better if I turn it off, I flicked the switch on the GPS and turned over to manual mode, happily cruising along the fairly traffic-free M5 until I found myself happily driving down the… N1.

Yup, I’d forgotten to crossover onto the N2, meaning I was now well and truly on one hell of a detour. Cursing my bad sense of direction and memory, I whipped out the TomTom and calculated that the quickest way to recover from my error would be to do a u-turn via the Sable Road offramp at Century City and then head back towards the M5 and hop onto the N2.

No problem, I took the offramp, did the turn and headed back along the N1 towards the M5 turnoff only to be stopped dead in my tracks in a long line of cars that literally seemed destined to be stuck in that lane forever. Cursing my luck (and bad sense of judgement), I pulled out of the M5 turnoff lane and headed up higher in the hopes to work my way back down towards the N2, only to die of shock when I realised that the offramp I took was one that took me towards Paarden Island, in other words the complete opposite direction of where I wanted to be!

And TomTom wasn’t helping either. At this stage the GPS was trying to force me to turn left in a right-only lane road, meaning I was now well and truly stuck, driving to Milnerton along the coast. Bugger it! By this time I was nearly in tears and so decided Fuck it, I’ll just take the bloody N1 and drive it all the way through Bellville and then head back home that way, which I did, but not before the route to get back on the N1 took me all the way up towards Cape Town again.

And so, running out of fuel, feeling very sorry for myself (never mind furious at my own ineptitude), I pulled off into Bellville, put in fuel, gave a woman begging at the side of the road with her baby R20 in an attempt to make me feel better about myself and then pulled a pitstop maneuver at Tyger Manor, where I chowed my sorrows at McDonalds while listening to Chantelle laugh hysterically to herself as I recounted my shameful tale to her.

I tell you, not even good old Creme Soda could cheer me up.

Oh, and to top it all off, I was forced to come to a screeching halt by slamming on my breaks in order to stop for a lost Rottweiler that decided to cross the road in front of me. Needless to say, I was not impressed when I finally walked into our pad just after 20:00 the evening!

Sigh. I really am the world’s worst when it comes to sense of direction, aren’t I?

Even with one of these, I'm still lost! :(

*sniff* *sniff*