friday
i never did watch that movie friday. i should look for the dvd. or rather, i should have made my own dvd. yesterday was another disaster. maybe i should tell.
so wil flies in from texas. he's staying with sims. he's also from zim so my expectations of carnage were very true. in fact before friday even happened, they dragged me out the day before. maybe i shouldn't use the word drag because i got myself onto the guestlist at avalon - just in case! kept my options open. so there was no fuss. after all this is my last weekend here before venturing into the bay for my new job.
i will not discuss thursday (this entry is called friday). it was another one of those stupid nights out. so here's friday.
8:14 opening garage door opening wakes me up. it's the professor back from the gym. how do middle-aged people manage to keep such rigid work-life cycles? anyway, flip the telly on. there's a whale in the thames. great!
8:43 that shower was sooo good. late nights/early mornings aren't good. cd's on finest train. practice s'gubhu moves in front of mirror. but why am dancing in my boxers?
9:02 sims and wil are here. we went out together last night and they are here already. so they chat to the prof while i make my brekky. bacon and this bread made from amabele which this dude made. it's good
about 10:30 we decide to have a barbeque at sims's mom's house. pile into the car and venture southwards.
11:03 at this chinese supermarket buying meat. the beef is right next to the purple squid. GREAT. stock up on drinks - well corona, bourbon whiskey and remi martin.
12:30 get to the crib. lazying about. start the fire.
thereafter i lost track of time. it goes quick when you are enjoy yourself, esp when sipping something in form of a mexican beer or a french cognac. goodness. stories galore about life back in zim and trying to put nobs' boyfriend into the picture. it's very hard to describe what we africans really went through. he on the other hand had his stories from the 'hood'.
there was the one where his dad would send him next door to 'borrow' some sugar from mrs james. some days later it would be two eggs, some salt and cooking oil. may sound funny but i can imagine the same thing happening in zim. people have one common denominator - and somehow we just need to find it.
so wil flies in from texas. he's staying with sims. he's also from zim so my expectations of carnage were very true. in fact before friday even happened, they dragged me out the day before. maybe i shouldn't use the word drag because i got myself onto the guestlist at avalon - just in case! kept my options open. so there was no fuss. after all this is my last weekend here before venturing into the bay for my new job.
i will not discuss thursday (this entry is called friday). it was another one of those stupid nights out. so here's friday.
8:14 opening garage door opening wakes me up. it's the professor back from the gym. how do middle-aged people manage to keep such rigid work-life cycles? anyway, flip the telly on. there's a whale in the thames. great!
8:43 that shower was sooo good. late nights/early mornings aren't good. cd's on finest train. practice s'gubhu moves in front of mirror. but why am dancing in my boxers?
9:02 sims and wil are here. we went out together last night and they are here already. so they chat to the prof while i make my brekky. bacon and this bread made from amabele which this dude made. it's good
about 10:30 we decide to have a barbeque at sims's mom's house. pile into the car and venture southwards.
11:03 at this chinese supermarket buying meat. the beef is right next to the purple squid. GREAT. stock up on drinks - well corona, bourbon whiskey and remi martin.
12:30 get to the crib. lazying about. start the fire.
thereafter i lost track of time. it goes quick when you are enjoy yourself, esp when sipping something in form of a mexican beer or a french cognac. goodness. stories galore about life back in zim and trying to put nobs' boyfriend into the picture. it's very hard to describe what we africans really went through. he on the other hand had his stories from the 'hood'.
there was the one where his dad would send him next door to 'borrow' some sugar from mrs james. some days later it would be two eggs, some salt and cooking oil. may sound funny but i can imagine the same thing happening in zim. people have one common denominator - and somehow we just need to find it.
1. the whale died of convulsions. very sad day for whales all over the world.
2. you practising s'ghubhu moves in your boxers. hahahahahaha.
3. dont you know that the purple squid gives the nyama that sides its amazing texture and flavour?
4. stop blaming others for "dragging you out" for wild times. you go as a very willing hostage.
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11:45 pm, January 23, 2006