We just had a four day weekend in Sunny SA and this usually means braais, parties and general mayhem for those of us who frequent certain clubs. Well this year was no exception what so ever.
Work ended on Thursday afternoon and signaled the beginning of the weekend, but I had nothing planned for the entire weekend. This would not do of course as I was not going to let myself sit at home and feel sorry for myself. Unfortunatley nothing came up for me to do on Tursday night but was soon reamedied on Friday as I got a call from a guy I had never met before. A mutual friend had given him my number and suggested he take me out. Friendly girl that I am, I accepted his invite and proceeded to get ready for my "blind date". Needless to say it was quite surprising to find that he was quite good looking and strangly interesting.
We got along quite well and proceeded to spend the rest of the night together making love while on cocain (the best way to do it).
Saturday morning brought another friend to my house with the fab idea of going clubbing at my favourite club ever. Who was I to say no to such enlightened thoughts... Suffice it to say that my Saturday night and the whole of Sunday was consumed by this event. It was absolutely awesome. I redescovered my love for the scene and the people in it.
Being a long long weekend, it still left me Monday to recover from all the excess and to become slightly more usefull to society.