Recently I was at Newlands to catch a live DHL Stormers game, and as always the rugby action on show was fantastic. Yes, my home team lost against a superior New Zealand foe on the day, but the rugby was played hard and made for a worthwhile spectacle to behold.
As per usual, all of this Newlands rugby action was accompanied by the DHL Dancers, the cheerleader girls that have accompanied the rugby team for so many years now – and once again, I found myself questioning the role that they actually provide (other than being a source for some cringe-worthy comments, not to mention the occasional little-too-long stares).
I get that they are a titillating sight, something to look at during the breaks in play, but the whole thing seems well… a bit sexist and not something that should really have any place in today’s modern, more equal society.
If rugby was exclusively watched by men and Newlands was a bit of a men’s club, then I guess it makes sense, but the reality is that if you attend Newlands for a game then the crowd demographics are easily split 50/50 in terms of women and men – after all, most men travel to the stadium with their wives in tow (or vice versa).
Also, a high percentage of attendees happen to be children as well, so again, the half-naked dancing girls intended to titillate adult men doesn’t seem to quite match the stadium audience.
I think the only way you could kind of validate the idea of cheerleaders at a rugby game would be to make it more representative of the crowd in the stadium – and that means including male dancers and perhaps even throw in some kids into the mix.
While we’re at it, to keep it all fair, maybe only allow muscular guys with an aversion to shirts in the group?
I don’t know.
Cheerleaders. How is this possibly still a thing in 2015?
As always, last weekend was plenty entertaining for Craig and his little girls. With Chantelle working, it was up to us to go exploring, and as such, Emily, Jessica and I found ourselves making the trip through to Bellville to spend a large chunk of Saturday morning browsing around the Tygervalley Shopping Centre, darting in and out of toy, book and clothing stores – much to the delight of young Jessica it must be said.
After a refueling stop at the Tygervalley McDonalds (Jessica had pleaded for a hamburger), we travelled through to Mom and Dad’s pad where Jessica and Emily were to spend the next couple of hours alone with mom, seeing as I was joining Ryan and Dad for the big Super Rugby game at Newlands between home team Stormers and the visiting Chiefs. Traffic was heavier than usual (or as Ryan would put it, we left later than what Dad wanted to because I made myself a cup of coffee first), the result of which was that the stadium was already making a lot of noise by the time we finally parked our car!
That said, I don’t think arriving a little earlier would have made any difference anyway – lines to get in through the various stadium gates were crazy – it would look like the new ticket scan system is slowing down access into the stadium badly, resulting in a lot of angry people in the process!
Anyway, it took a little longer than expected to find our seats, but once we were sitting and settled in, we were treated to an awesome first half spectacle of the Stormers dominating the Chiefs in the scrums and just a tight, exciting game in general. Newlands had a little earlier paid tribute to the heroic firefighters who had been involved in those massive fires just a few weeks earlier, and so there were quite a lot of men in uniform dotted around the stadium. In addition, high school Stellenberg had a contingent of students doing high school track meeting flashes/cheers, which was a bit weird to see at a rugby game, but good for the atmosphere anyway!
Sadly, come second half and things changed badly for the Stormers – despite the lovely cheerleader girls doing their best to motivate the boys on, the Chiefs turned up the gears and with their superior handling and running down the wings, gave us a proper hiding and lesson in how good rugby should be played.
So that was saddening and disappointing to say the least. After all, I only go to the rugby stadium like once every 1.5 years or so, and so to finally go and then lose is quite depressing as you can imagine.
Anyway, the ride home was a lot smoother and quicker than the ride to the stadium, and after some visit time back at Spolander street with Mom, Dad and my little girls, it was in the car and back to Gordon’s Bay to close off what had been a pleasant Saturday after all.
Sunday was another glorious day in terms of weather, and so I took Emily and Jessica through to Lourensford Market for some pancake time. However, the closer I got, the more and more signboards signboards appeared that pointed out that today was the day of the big Getaway Expo held at the Lourensford grounds, meaning a snap decision was made to avoid the massive crowds, parking headaches, and bumper to bumper traffic, and instead make a sharp turn, amble leisurely through the leafy glades of Somerset West, before hitting the R44 and driving down to the always enjoyable Blaauwklippen market instead.
Interestingly enough though, it turned out that Blaauwklippen had decided to celebrate St. Patrick’s day a little earlier than the official date (Tuesday 17 March), and as such everything was decked out in green and a lot of Irish music and culture was on display – which doesn’t really make much sense considering the fact that I don’t think Ireland has that much representation down here in South Africa?
Not that it matters though, the girls and I enjoyed the vibe, and Jessica was particularly enthralled with the duo of Irish dancing girls that entertained the crowd with all their kicking and flailing about.
The pancakes were good, the girls had fun, and Jessica has already booked a horse ride for the next time that we return – which in itself is something rather amazing given her general fearful nature!
From there we were summoned to come through to the Mondeor Garden Restaurant to meet up with Monty and Cheryl who were driving through from Bellville in order to meet us for a cup of coffee (Chantelle was busy finishing up her shift for the day – i.e. this was all her sneaky plan for some coffee and cake time), which is then exactly how the rest of Sunday afternoon was spent.
The carrot cake was particularly delicious.
In other words, yet another activity packed weekend for Craig and his girls done and dusted! :)
We didn’t have particularly good weather here this weekend – if it wasn’t raining then the wind was blowing, and combining that with a sick Jessica meant that this weekend past was a pretty quiet one, with myself and Jess hardly stepping out the door!
Friday at work was pretty nice, what with some delicious Debonairs pizza Ignatius decided to treat the team with at lunch time, but when I did eventually arrive home in the evening, I walked in on a deathly sick Jessica, burning up and curled on top of Chantelle. Having stayed the day at home (and completely kept Olga out of her work), little Jessica didn’t last particularly long before she was dosed up and into bed for the evening. As far Chantelle and myself, after our chicken burgers for supper, it was back to the kitchen for Chantelle (swamped with a huge order for the Deli for the big Bastille weekend festival over in Franschhoek), while I stretched out on the couch and enjoyed the rather silly but entertaining non Street Fighter movie, Street Fighter: The Legend of Chun-Li.
On top of all the baking and delivering, Chantelle also had a fairly busy social calendar this weekend, first up Chane’s baby shower in Somerset West, and then a girl’s night in with Trish, Natasha and Michelle over in Bellville. That left me and a sick Jessica, who spent much of the day cooped inside thanks to the rainy weather, with Jess catching more than the odd nap on top of me while I caught up on some TV. As a particular bonus, I finally made some time to watch the second Fullmetal Alchemist movie, Fullmetal Alchemist: The Sacred Star of Milos, and I have to say, it was a pretty enjoyable and engaging watch.
By late afternoon Jessica has recovered enough that I made the call to accept my dad’s invite to come over and join them for supper in Bellville, and so Jess and I ended up spending the whole evening at my folk’s place (Ryan also joined us), enjoying a delicious supper of fillet and beef roll done in dad’s Weber, as well as hunkering down to enjoy the excellent Stormer victory over the hapless pink Bulls in their big Super Rugby clash happening over in Newlands.
After returning home to Gordon’s Bay, dosing and putting Jess to bed, I then continued to waste away the rest of the evening (and early hours of the morning) by taking on Ryan in some entertaining FIFA football matches (finally, Lady Luck swung my way!), whilst poor Chantelle arrived home rather late, forced straight to the kitchen for some late night baking to fill an emergency Sunday order for the deli.
By Sunday the rain had cleared but unfortunately the wind was firing on all cylinders, meaning yet another day of being cooped up in the house. Plenty of naps were had by all, and I did at least escape for a bit with Jess (who was feeling a lot better by now) to the shops for a quick supplies run, as I whipped up a delicious pork and lamb braai for lunch.
A bit of FIFA with Ryan, lots of coffee and leftover milktart cupcakes with Chantelle, as well as a bit of time taken out to do my tax filing via the superb SARS E-filing website, was pretty much what made up the remaining bit of the weekend, thereby drawing to close what in the end turned out to be a rather quiet weekend for me.
Not for Chantelle mind you, but as they say, that’s her problem! :P (She’s vowed to take Monday off though, and fair enough, she definitely deserves it!)
Last weekend I got to go to Newlands Rugby Stadium with my brother and my Dad, to watch the Stormers take on the visiting team of the Sharks in a Super 15 campaign match-up. Now I haven’t been to Newlands for many a year, the last game that I remember attending was probably a warm up game between the Stormers and visiting English side Saracens, but who knows just how many years ago that was now!
We arrived in Newlands with plenty of time to spare, and after locating our seats which happened to be quite high up on the Railway Stand, we killed time by heading out to the passage and having a something to drink whilst discussing Bitcoins, the economic topic of choice at the moment it would seem.
Up until now the Stormers haven’t been having the greatest of seasons, and so I must admit that I was quite surprised to see that regardless of the team’s current performance and injury woes, Newlands Stadium was packed out, even if the majority of people only seemed to find their seats literally as the start whistle was about to go! It must be said though, the weather for the game was absolutely perfect, no wind, no rain, no problems with the floodlights – in fact, the only environmental issue I needed to deal with was the glare of the setting sun, but seeing as that didn’t last all that long I can’t really complain about it! (Besides, I had been warned about the possibility but had chosen to ignore the advice. Silly me.)
The Stormers Dancing Girls were out in full force as per usual, though this time they had also been tasked with carrying out Newland’s whole #respect campaign, basically to try and curb the notorious behaviour of the local crowd which had generated such negative headlines a week or two before. The campaign took the form of adverts playing on the big screen and the girls holding up big placards at the appropriate time, which was a little ironic because at the end of a day you had a good looking girl in a revealing, exploitative costume, holding up a sign reading “#respect”. Well, it was amusing to me anyway.
As for the rugby itself, man were the boys out to entertain. The Stormers led from start to finish in what was a bruising encounter, and although the game got pretty tight at times, the Stormers held on for what turned out to be a convincing win, with no sign of their current campaign failures affecting their game whatsoever.
Brilliant stuff, and in the end, a fantastic piece of entertainment and well worth the admission fee it has to be said. Plus, my team won, so all is good! :)
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On our way out of the stadium (and exiting the high levels of the Railway Stand really is a lesson in how not to make a spectator feel welcome), I had to stop and take a picture of this ill-placed doorway, which would make a fabulous ‘genius’ post on 9gag now that I think about it.
Seriously, do architects get paid by comedy/action movie houses to include this sort of thing in their structures so as to provide comedy gold sometime in the future?
My good friend Terrance Brown made a surprise visit back to South Africa for his vacation from his JET English teaching job back in Japan, joining in quite unexpectedly our boerewors braai and Stormers Super 15 Rugby semi-finals get together on Saturday.
Needless to say, his completely unexpected appearance utterly stole the show! :)
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Another weekend, another Cookies & Cakes Willowbridge Market, though this weekend was my weekend off, leaving Chantelle and Cheryl to man the stall on Saturday morning. (Of course, this means that Friday evening was dominated by market preparation, capped off with Chantelle exercising her chocolate creativity by putting together a fake glamour cake for presentation at the stall – which worked mind you, bringing in three new cake orders!)
Saturday was of course an early start for Chantelle as she up and packed, and left for Bellville in the wee hours of the morning, where she and Cheryl proceeded to man the Cookies & Cakes stall on what turned out to be a very profitable outing.
Jessica and I on the other hand enjoyed a much more relaxed Saturday morning, going through the normal weekend routine and picking up a household chore here and there. However, come 11:00 and it was action stations, as I finished packing all the weekend bags for Chantelle, Jess and I, loaded up the car (which includes getting Jessie in her seat), and drove off through Stellenbosch, successfully navigating all the way through to Klein Joostenberg Farm without getting lost (it’s the same venue where we attended Saret’s wedding a while back).
There we met up with Ryan, Karl-Heinz, Trish and a whole lot of their friends for a bit of a relaxed, celebratory picnic in honour of Karl and two of his other friends’ recent birthdays. Although a bit gloomy at times, the rain stayed away and the sun did shine through every now and then, making for a great afternoon of lazing about, snacking and playing with the seemingly horde of toddlers on the blankets.
Eventually it was time to pack up, and after saying all the goodbyes, Jessica and I drove through to Bellville, after a quick detour thanks to me turning in the wrong direction as I exited the farm. There I met up with Chantelle at the Montgomery Clan Stronghold, and after hearing the great news about the exciting market, we packed Jessica back in the car and took her to visit my Mom and Pops (and Ryan who happened to drop by their place), where we enjoyed some delicious leftover from the market chocolate cake and plenty of catch up chatter. One of the highlights of the visit was Mom revealing a box of old toys and puzzles they had retrieved from the attic, including a wooden puzzle which still bore the birthday message to me on my fourth birthday – back in 1984!
From there it was back to the Montgomery Stronghold as I sat down to watch the epic Stormers versus Bulls rugby game with Monty, which pleasingly we won, thereby eliminating the possibility that my watching a game is a bad omen (the first and only game I watched this season resulted in the Stormers first loss of the season!).
Delicious pizza from Old Oak Diner rounded out the experience.
Because I had earlier in the week promised to pick up Robert’s car at the end of the wedding that he was attending, I had a couple of hours to kill before midnight, meaning the perfect opportunity to head out to Ryan’s pad where I partook in a number of FIFA 2011 battles on the XBOX 360, the result being me coming out comfortably on top!
Now pretty much at the end of Saturday night, it was time for Monty and myself to make the long drive out into the depths of Durbanville, were we located the remote venue and successfully retrieved Robert and his car. Apart from witnessing a brawl on the way there which turned into a full blown police and ambulance scene by the time we returned, the trip was fairly uneventful, meaning that I finally clambered into bed alongside a snoring Chantelle just after 01:00 in the morning.
Sunday kicked off with the arrival of Evan, Natasha and little Evalynne at the Montgomery pad, where they proceeded to check out our car seats in an attempt to help them choose which model to purchase now that Evalynne is finally ready for an upgrade.
One pleasant visit later, and it was time for Chantelle and myself to leave Jess in the capable hands of Oupa and Ouma (and a slightly fragile Robert), first heading out to Plastics Warehouse in Bellville to look for cupcake containers, followed by a drive out to Cape Town where we headed over to the Village Market at the Cape Quarter Lifestyle Village in a mission to suss out a new Sunday market at which to market our goods.
Unfortunately it turns out that the Village Market is on far too small a scale to make it worth our while, and after sampling a few items on sale, we decided to make a turn at the Old Biscuit Mill, a market we’ve heard plenty about, but one we’ve never actually visited.
The GPS took us to a pretty rundown area of Woodstock, and because we didn’t know what we were looking for, we immediately assumed it was wrong, and then started biting one another’s head off as we got more and more lost as we aimlessly drove about. Eventually a phone call to Claire put us on the right track, and once again we ended up at the exact spot we dismissed the first time around.
Amusingly, we had never bothered to turn our heads and look at the wall next to us, because there, written in big bold white letters is written Old Biscuit Mill – which had we bothered looking around in the first place, would have saved us from plenty of rather unsexy vitriol thrown at one another. (Seriously, when we get lost then you would be forgiven for thinking that Chantelle and I are the most bitter of enemies!)
Now laughing at our silliness again (but disappointed that the Old Biscuit Mill doesn’t operate on Sundays), we headed back towards Bellville, taking a detour as we got to Century City, where we stopped in the hopes of locating another market which we heard operated in the area. Disappointingly, this too turned out to be a goose chase as that market only operates in Summer.
Finally back in Bellville and reunited with our daughter, it was time to tuck into the delicious pork roast which Robert and Monty had prepared for us on the Weber, complemented by coffee and the rest of remaining chocolate cake for desert!
Sadly, during all our playing in the afternoon, Jessica managed to slip and badly crack one of her teeth on the tiles, putting a bit of a blemish on Sunday afternoon, but outside of that, the rest of the day was pretty relaxed and quite enjoyable, leading to a lazy drive back home in the evening, followed by the normal Sunday bed time routine to cap off what had been a pretty eventful weekend after all! :)
So last weekend marked the end to Chantelle’s week long period of leave, and so we decided to make the most of it by organising a date night, meaning in other words a trip through to Bellville on Friday evening (Chantelle spent the day there with Jess, I simply joined them after work), where we enjoyed a scrumptious dinner with the Montgomery Clan, before leaving Jessie in their capable hands and heading out to Tygervalley to catch the ultimately entertaining and enjoyable date night movie, “This Means War”.
Saturday morning was taken over by the big clash between the Stormers and the Crusaders, and wouldn’t you know it, the first Super 15 game of the season which I can actually sit down and watch, the unbeaten Stormers finally get their first taste of defeat! (Am now seriously considering the fact that I may have been the cause of their loss, and will probably not watch another game for the rest of the season, out of the hope that my abstinence will once again put them on the path of total victory!)
With the game done and dusted, Chantelle and I packed up, bundled Jessica into the car and headed out to Stellenbosch, to pay a visit to Willowbridge Slow Food Market’s sister market, held on the spectacular Oude Libertas wine estate grounds.
The Stellenbosch version of the market is definitely a much bigger affair and certainly one we’d love to be able to get in on, though our experience was slightly soured when Jessica inexplicably decided to vomit all over the grass, just as we had sat down to enjoy a light snack purchased from the stalls. (And once again, it was Chantelle who happened to be holding her when she decided to spew her guts. Like I say, Chantelle seems to have the knack for bringing the worse out of our little one! :P)
Anyway, back home in Gordon’s Bay, we opted for a lazy night off, heading out to Pick ‘n Pay to resupply, before putting Jessica to bed, whipping up some fantastic home made pizzas, and settling down to enjoy the quite intriguing and enjoyable “Limitless” via a rented DVD.
Sunday we took the active decision of, for the first time in weeks, going absolutely nowhere on the day, and instead set about doing a proper spring-cleaning operation of the house, a bad move as it turned out, seeing as I was suddenly forced to race out and replace the DSTV decoder which decided to pack up, Jessica who took a spectacular backwards somersault fall off our bed, and Chantelle who fell deathly sick in the early evening, suffering from severe stomach pain, diarrhoea, and body pain and vomiting. (As it turned out, this bug was contagious, because it knocked me out at 2 o’clock in the morning, resulting in my absence of work on Monday, and then Jessica the next day, who subsequently missed crèche on Tuesday!)
So yeah, it was a good weekend for the most part, but by the look of things, we could have perhaps done without Sunday.
Definitely done without Sunday.
This weekend past didn’t offer up all that much in terms of news, mostly because Chantelle spend Friday evening in Bellville preparing for Andri’s Stork Party that she was organizing for Saturday morning and finishing Alita’s son’s 21st key-themed birthday cake for delivery that evening, leaving me to my own devices which in the end meant watching anime, Stripperella and inserting increased advertising across the CodeUnit and Rugged Rock blogs. Exciting, I know! :P
Similarly, for the most part of Saturday I did the ordinary things like household chores, i.e. dishes, washing, D.I.Y. etc. mixed in with yet more Stripperella and even some Tomb Raider (whose backdrops are really breathtaking by the way), as well as penning a number of blog posts for scheduling here in these pages.
But come early evening and I was in my lovely Jetta Jameson and on my way to Bellville, to hook up with the Montgomery household and indulge in an evening which was to include a delicious steak braai, an exhilarating four man battle of darts and taking in the quite frankly astounding Stormers game on the telly. Oh, and indulging in left over Stork party snacks and goodies of course!
As for our impromptu darts game, I must say that I thoroughly enjoyed picking up the old projectiles once again, and at the end of the day, Chantelle and I came nicely back in our game of Killer versus Monty and Cheryl, with Chantelle even managing to bag a Cherry Bull in basically her first darts game ever. For the most part we were playing catch-up and fell horribly behind on points, but when the open numbers finally dried up and only the bulls were left open, all of a sudden we were hitting them left right and center and came within striking distance of claiming the game, stopped only by a beautiful cherry thrown by Monty just as we were running out of time thanks to the impending Stormers game.
Speaking of the Stormers game, wow our boys are really looking good this season. Excellent defense (pity about that last gift try we gave away though) as per usual but for a change, a beautiful attack and I really can’t help but feel confident of our chances heading into the overseas leg of our campaign!
Sunday morning Chantelle and I slept in a bit and after lazing about the morning, we finally headed out to the mall to purchase some picture frames and print some wedding photos for placing in the pad – after all, it’s been four or five months already and we still haven’t sent out our thank you cards, never mind even printed a picture for proud display in our home!
I followed up our impromptu shopping trip by taking Chantelle out to lunch at JennaVIVA, a new favourite of hers and a delightfully upmarket-decorated establishment on the outskirts of mainland Somerset West I must say. Their menu and food quality is impeccable, the vibe seems like it really has the potential to be nice and surprisingly enough, their prices suits one’s pockets quite nicely. Imagine that! :)
Evening was spent being disappointed that one of the frames we bought was damaged and needs to be returned, hanging the other up in the lounge using double-sided tape to great effect, doing household things like folding up the washing and surprisingly enough finishing up the night with KFC and loads of Stripperella.
And that’s about it as far as I can remember. Nothing too memorable to report back on, apart from the darts of course.
Now that really was cool to play again…
It was another long slog into the office on Friday morning, but thank goodness the traffic was plain sailing and it wasn’t much of a headache to get to the office. What was a headache though was arriving right in front of the office door and then remembering that you had left your phone in the car, all the way back on Middle Campus, meaning you had to go back and repeat the torturous ascent again. Wonderful. :(
Luckily the rest of the day proceeded on a far better note mainly because I only got to work in the office until just before 12:00 because from 12:00 onwards I had a very important meeting with the newly established UCT Web Working Group in Welgelegen, the home of UCT’s Department of Communication. The meeting itself was pretty informative with a broad cross section of different web-based UCT groups being represented and it was a great platform for the cross-border exchange of information. The meeting ended a little earlier that what I had expected though and seeing what looked like load shedding going on at Upper Campus, I decided to ditch work and go home in order to install my shiny new R8 000 work-bought copy of Adobe Photoshop CS3 instead.
Back home I was however greeted with the distasteful prospect of fishing our first dead fishy out of the tank and flush him, but with that task done and a quick lunch later, it was behind the keyboard for the rest of the afternoon for me. Chantelle got off a little earlier too, and after a power nap that she almost didn’t arise from, we got dollied up (me in my beautiful blue and black striped shirt that Chantelle surprised me with earlier in the day) and left for Bellville once again, this time our target being the University of the Western Cape.
It is not my scene in the least. An activist organised event in support of the Cuban Five struggle, the focal point of the evening being the relaunch of Brian William’s Cuban inspired poetry book, “One Renaissance many Revolutions”. The ambassador from Cuba was there, a couple of our struggle icons were sitting in – heck, even Judge Desai was present and had a speech going! And anything where trade unions are present and they end off in song and chant “Amandla” is not my cup of tea anyway. In any event, we were with a purpose and that was to support Retha who had been asked to recite some of the poems from the book. Of course, we would never leave our friend hanging and therefore were present and accounted for in a surprisingly packed auditorium.
Like I said, for me the evening was all about counting the bricks in the wall, but for other more cultured people I’m sure it was a treat. There were a couple of speeches, a lot of poetry being read as well as quite a few musical items to take in. After everything was said and done, it was finger food time outside and once the crowd subsided and the food had all but disappeared, we decided it was time to pack our bags and make our way out to Buena Vista in the Tyger Waterfront.
Luckily for us we were actually able to secure a table for seven in the busy, latin-inspired venue and settled in with cocktails in hand and some nachos for support. In all honesty the tiredness from the previous nights settled in a little and I didn’t enjoy the evening as much as I should perhaps have, but Chantelle managed to finally get to smoke her nicked authentic Cuban cigars so it was all good. By midnight enough was enough and we bid Retha and her pals a good night and it was back on to the long road home.
Saturday morning I was up and faffing around in the man room, leaving Chantelle to sleep in a little later than normal. On making my breakfast however, I was horrified to see that two more of our fishies had bitten the dust overnight, leaving only two out of the original five standing. Talk about being bad parents!
As I was saying, I let Chantelle sleep in for most of the morning and when she finally awoke I rewarded her by putting her straight to work in cleaning out the fish tank and neatening up the place a bit in anticipation of Retha’s arrival later the evening. As it was, my sleeves were also rolled up and I got stuck into baking the welcome chocolate cake that we had earlier decided upon.
We didn’t have all that much time to get everything done, because at 13:30 we were out of the house and on our way to Newlands to catch the Stormers versus the Cheetahs game at 15:00 in the afternoon. The trip was plain sailing until we hit Main Road Rondebosch and from there on in it was bumper to bumper traffic, all the way to the stadium! From the news reports on the radio we later learned that both the M3 and N1 were backed up, the N1 all the way back to Century City! Luckily we made it to the stadium on time, although we did have to park quite some distance away and by arriving on time I mean we arrived as the dancing girls ripped off their long pants and led the players on the field! Still, we were in our seats at kickoff and that is all that counts :)
Unfortunately the guys at Computicket had misled Monty just a little and although we had a decent enough view of the field, it wasn’t exactly the greatest seats in the stadium, being tucked up right next to the wall and underneath the higher seating tier. In any event, all eight of us (yes eight! Monty, Cheryl, Dad, Mom, Ryan, Retha, Chantelle and I) managed to squish into the little line of seats and sat in anticipation as the game got underway.
All I can say is WOW! The Stormers played magnificently and to get four tries in the first half while making the Cheetahs look like they weren’t even trying to play was amazing. Completely in a class of their own, the Stormers gave the Cheetahs a good hiding and there were some VERY quiet Cheetahs fans all around us. And of course our whole crowd being in such good spirits, the whole area around us was soon echoing with calls of ‘Stttoooorrrmmmmers’ throughout the match. The only cost to me of course was that I then had to walk around for the rest of the weekend without a voice!
At this point in my story, I would just like to note that I am not sure just how much of the game Chantelle and Retha actually took in. Every time I looked the two of them were deep in conversation and when I looked again, the two of them had disappeared for a smoke break and the shops, only to reappear well into the second half! And shame, Monty had to miss two awesome tries for the Stormers thanks to Cheryl sending him off on a coffee mission right at a crucial stage of the game!
It was a great game to watch and I think it marked the first time we’ve actually won when Chantelle has been to watch the game, thankfully breaking that curse at last. The trip home was a bit of a nightmare though thanks to the heavy traffic out of Newlands, but Retha, Chantelle and I eventually made it home safe and sound, where we got stuck straight into icing the cake so that we could sit down and relax ASAP.
After an afternoon of mostly chilling, the girls headed out to forage, eventually returning with the fantastic chicken burgers from Flameros for supper and an unfortunate movie choice in form of “Reno 911!: Miami” – definitely a movie where you have to be drunk to actually find funny or watchable for that matter. Nevertheless, my dire warnings fell on deaf ears and the three of us hunkered down to end off the evening by watching this most un-entertaining movie, all the while munching on cake, burgers and chocolate for dessert. What more can one ask for I tell you! :)
Sunday thankfully got off to a slow, slow start, thanks mainly due to the fact that I had pulled out of my golf date in Worcester with dad and his buddies, opting to stay indoors instead. Having driven around since Wednesday already I simply didn’t feel like it any more and as such just wanted to take the day off and do absolutely NOTHING at all. So while Retha and Chantelle soundly slept on, I played FIFA 08 all morning long, stopping only when those two sleepyheads finally arose and we set about making some French toast for brunch.
Actually, even after Retha had left, that was pretty much all that I did. FIFA, FIFA and more FIFA. I finished my first season with Totteham and went straight on to my second and if Chantelle hadn’t dragged me out to go shopping with her I might very well had played straight through to the night! But thankfully it was just as well that I didn’t because she later introduced me to one of the most marvellous feel good movies that I’ve seen in ages, that being “Little Miss Sunshine”, a definite must see for everyone who can appreciate a good movie!
And that was pretty much that for Sunday. The only other thing we got up to was teaching Chantelle a kung fu form at 23:00 on the lawn outside (much to the amusement of the passing security guard and to the detriment of my buggered knee) and catching the end of the second Matrix movie and actually following it for a change, something I failed to do all those years back when I was snoozing in the cinema :)
A busy Friday, a semi-lazy Saturday and an extremely lazy Sunday – I’m not quite sure how I should score this one…