Thursday, May 29, 2008

I have such a headache. Hate headaches, because they normally end in a migraine. Argh, I suffer badly from migraines.

Why do we do this? Why do we always say: "Don't tell anyone, but ...."
Does it make us feel better? I don't know why we say this, when we know that that person is going to tell their mate and start it with: "Don't tell anyone, but ...."
It's dreadful. I sound like a real gossip queen, don't I?
I don't mean to be, but some things are just tooo good. For the record, I never talk about anything that is detrimental or harmful or a serious secret. I am a very good secret keeper.

Human beings are weird creatures. We are.

I don't have much to blog about - it's the headache. Perhaps I shouldn't have even wasted a post. Everyone yawn with me.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Sex and the City Movie Premier

I have 4 words, followed by 2.

Sex and the City - Unbelievably Awesome!

I was blown away at the entire event. It was really well done! The decor was sensational, there were chinese take-out boxes (very SATC), New York hotdogs and cosmopolitans doing the rounds.
Everyone really dressed up for the chic Sex and the City theme and I ejoyed seeing people in the industry again. It's a pity how we all wait for things like these to pop up.

It was eventually time for us to head off to the big screen and I could hardly contain myself. We all scrambled to get a good seat in Monte Casino's Il Grande cinema. We marched (elegantly) right to the back. There was popcorn, Appletizers and cosmos.
I just couldn't wait for it to start and when the lights went down I squealed. Yes. It even surprised me. I bloody well squealed. Loudly. A real girly: Eeeeeeeeeeehhh!!!
Everyone giggled and I was glad the lights were down so they couldn't really see who it was or that I was blushing (seems to be a habit.)
2 and a half hours of pure bliss. Pure, fashionable bliss.
I want the wardrobe, the stylist, the apartments and their figures. Awesome.
I can honestly say that I put that movie onto my Favourite Movie List.
I wont spoil it for anyone, but I can't wait for you to see it, so we can have a good banter!

When we walked out I was thoroughly surprised to see a huge feast of pastel coloured Appletizer, Peartizer and Grapetizer cupcakes -so cute, Sinful Sexy Brownies, heeeuuuge chocolate chip cookies, "Sexy donuts" and more!
A moment on the lips; forever on the hips. But oooh so good and yummy!

I had a wonderful time and what made it even better is that I took my sister with me. It's the first time she's come to a premier with me and she was amazed at the hype from the photographers to the decor. I had a good giggle when my sister lent over and said: "I haven't been to a movie in so long without my boyfriend that I nearly held your hand!"
She loved the goody bag, and it was a goody!!

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

As red as....

I am blushing. I am bright red. Crimson red, Ferrari red, Fire Engine red. As red as a lobster, a tomatoe and a pom who's spent 5 minutes in the sun.
You get the point.

Murphy's Law struck again. I, of course, have to learn things the hard way! Dear Lord! Let me start at the beginning.

I went onto the TV set this morning and was instantly ushered to the make-up and hair room. I do not know why make up artists insist on putting dark, brown shades of lipstick on me. I understand our make-up has to look darker for it to stand out, but brown lipstick? No!
The worst thing is if you mention this, ever so honestly and nicely, you end up sounding like a diva bitch, anyway. It's really not the case but please. Stop putting me in brown. I don't like it.
Anyways, I then had to make my way to the set where the sound guy attached the microphone to my top. That is always awkward. The small mic basically needs to sit just above your breasts, preferably in cleavage.
I put the cable underneath my top and the monitor on the back of my pants, but that was when the dude had to adjust it near the twins. It's um...bonding!
We did the first part of the shoot and it was awesome. I had so much fun. We took a break so that the camera's could change batteries and tape etc.

I obviously, go to the loo. I brush my hair, hum (out of tune) a little, cough, blow my nose - I sound like an elephant having sex with a foghorn, get my make-up I've just rubbed off re-applied and walk back onto set. 5 guys are killing themselves laughing.
I think nothing of it, and move off to do some skinnering with Special K.
Our conversation is as follows:
B:"How do you think it's going?"
K:"I think we're doing well, but I'm a little irritated with how my make-ups been done.
B: "Me tooo!! I don't get it...why do they put brown lipstick on me? Argh!"
K: "No babe, you look great...look at my cheeks..."
At this stage, I felt the blood drain out of my face and then race back into the reddest of red blushes.
I looked in horror at Special K, pointed at her chest and mouthed: "Our mics are on!"


There is just no getting out of that. We are bitching and we are busted.
We then make things worse (trying to make things better) by then saying (not obviously...nooo!!)
K: But, I mean... I guess, we're just, um, being mean! I could never do my make-up this nicely!"
I'm now dying at how this is just getting worse, but panicking because I need to say something so I say: "You look amazing! We should get lessons from this woman."

Oh. My. God! How false could that be? And the "False Award goes to....*drum roll* The Blonde Blogshell!"

We walk in, sheepishly, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. I suddenly realise that the camera's aren't filming and that not one of the sound guys, directors or anyone else has a pair of headphones on.
Does this mean we're in the clear? Did no one hear us?
Say it IS so!

I couldn't take it anymore, so I asked and held my breath waiting for the dreaded answer.
"We heard your bathroom antics, your bad humming and your coughing and spluttering!" He was clearly amused by this.
" didn't hear anything else?"
"No, why? Were you gossiping?"
"No..." Paranoia sets in, "Why? Why would we be gossiping? Why would you ask that?"
"We've caught a lot of people out like that, but we were all doing things, so no one had the headphones on."
I let out a thankful sigh of relief that no one had heard our bitching, but they heard me pee and they heard my nose blowing that could scare small children.

I am still blushing and I've learnt the biggest lesson ever. Switch your mic off!!

PS> It's the Sex And The City movie premier tonight! I'm taking my little sister with me...Good Times!

Monday, May 26, 2008

Sick Blondie in love for 5 years!

I'm dying. I am still sick. I went to the doctor last week Wednesday and got told I have Bronchitis and that I am on the verge of getting the first stage of Pneumonia. Awesome, right?
I got booked off work for Wednesday and Thursday. Friday wasn't any better so I took time off.
The weekend was horrible, although I was feeling better yesterday...I went to a charity event that I had committed to months ago.
Today, I am back to square one. I am going to the doctor again.
I am on so many pills that if you shake me, I rattle. I love how people always say: "You should take this ...."
I am already taking 8 tablets, twice a day. They include huge antibiotics, vitamins, viral choice and now you want to add even more tablets!!?? I hate taking tablets as it is. Seriously, rather just put me on a drip.

I have HAD IT!! I'm back at work today only because I feel too guilty to not be. I'm also climbing the walls. There is only so many hours I can lounge around resting. I have cabin fever.
I also can't afford to miss the Sex and the City movie premier tomorrow night. Sure, it's not New York, but it's still Sex and the City!
I. have. to. be. there!

It was my 5 year anniversary with my man yesterday. We are celebrating tonight at home, out of the chill, we'll eat a lovely home cooked Beef Stroganoff and get as cosy as possible.
I can't believe it's been 5 years! Good grief!! We did have a break up though for 4 and a bit months and the 5 years does include that too! It's been loooong!
But...I couldn't be happier!
Oh and this is can tell it's been 5 romantic gifts were given, nope, I got him very, very, very sexy flannel pajamas!

I cannot stop coughing. It's that f*cking tickle that wont leave me alone.

Not happy.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Weird one.

Well, I jinxed it didn't I?
No need to hate me anymore... I'm not going to NY! :-( *Sobs*
It's next bloody week and I don't have a visa, obviously.
Shit shit shit.

I have also had half an hour sleep. I wish I was exaggerating. I am exhausted! I have been up the whole night with the damn tickle in my throat that has forced me to cough and cough and cough....and cough. I was eventually sipping out of the cough mixture bottle and that didn't help. My throat is raw today and I sound even worse than I did yesterday. Thing is, I don't feel as sick as I sound.

I don't feel awful, I just hate the tickle, the phlegm (sorry) and that annoying cough that doesn't scratch it!
I've been overdosing on hot water, lemon slices and honey. Tastes divine and it soothes. Finally...some relief.

I guess I'm really just trying to avoid the doctor. I really want to get over this myself. I'm stubborn and I don't have, ahem, medical aid.
Yes. I know, I know!!! I've received all the lectures.

Ooooh and my nerdy side comes out now, but facebook was banned at work last year. I had withdrawl symptoms (nerd) and never really had the chance to go on facebook at home BUT... I got into work today to receive this:

The following website will be unblocked (Please use responsibly): Facebook

Rejoice! Hallelujah!! I am rather excited... I also thought I would be "soooo over" Facebook. Apparently not.

Oh the small things!

I'm also craving mince pies. The Christmassy kind.
Yes...I told you this post was a weird one.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Poor me

Apologies for the absent post on Friday but me and my germs had a slumber party.

The up-side to being sick? Yes, the eternal optimist has returned...
A husky, sexy voice. Grrrr!!!
Honey, lemon and ginger tea being made for you.
More sympathy.
Being brought I didn't have to cook.
Even more sympathy.
Catching up on TV, magazines and dusty chapters in my book.

Me? Milk it? Never!

Oooooh and.... *can I please boast a little?* I may (not 100%) be flown to New York (I have ALWAYS wanted to go) for the wait for it..... Sex And The City Movie Premier. I'll be reporting on it from the red carpet.

*Blondie jumps and up and down, clapping her hands and being extremely girly*

I really hope it happens. I will be beside myself with happiness, excitement and every other adverb applicable!!

Thursday, May 15, 2008

I know I seem to be complaining a lot lately, but I'm just not very happy at the moment. I have made a "pact" with the universe and my body. I am determined to not get sick this winter.
I have never been very sickly and yet over the past few years I have scratched that record off my life CV.
I always get sick when a season changes. That's 4 times already. In winter I get sick 2 or 3 times throughout too.

I am also not one to run to the doctor at any sign of a sniffle, so that I can build up mu immune system. I pump myself with vitamins. In fact, I take so many tablets you could shake me and I'd rattle.

I have been taking my multi vitamin, eating oranges, washing my hands when I meet people, dressing conservatively when it's freezing and not really hanging around sick people.

Just yesterday afternoon, I told my team mate about the pact and he laughed saying that I should have made that pact with my toes.
Ok, it was one of those "you had to be there" funny moments.

I have woken up this morning and feel as if I have gargled with glass. My head is all stuffy and airy and my sinus' are in pain.

I am sorry if I sound like a real bitchy snob now, but tough shit. I'm honest.
I do not DO pain and I do not DO sick.

I am miserable. Just bloody miserable. The world sucks. My world sucks.

Yeah, sure, go on!!! I know there's always one who will tell me that I should be grateful for what I have and that my life is not that bad ra ra ra ra etc...
But in my Blondie world and sure, a little selfish right now, I am miserable. Just deal, ok?

This cheered me up a little, though...

I promise...I'll be in a better mood tomorrow...fingers crossed.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Pain is...

I now know I will never ever be able to do natural child birth.
I also am not quite sure if I should have kids because I am the clumsiest person I know.

This morning I made my necessity called tea, got two headache tablets from my small hangover and started going back upstairs, when my comfortable fluffy slip on slippers made me trip UP my stairs.
The tea went flying and so did I.
My right big toe is broken.
Ok, it's not. But it should be for the amount of pain I'm in.
It's severly sprained.
If I can't handle a sprained toe, there is not a chance in hell that I am doing natural birth.
You can F right off!

How can one silly digit affect so many things? I can't walk on it properly so I look like an idiot, I can't put my beautiful heels on and have to squash them into my ballet pumps. Squashing = pain. It hurts when I drive and need to accelerate or take my foot off the accelerator.

I'm not a happy chappy today :-(

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

My diary got exposed...on the internet!

I spent two hours washing dishes today. My fingers were so prune-like and I just cannot believe two of us managed to use so many dishes within in 48 HOURS!!
Disgusting we didn't wash up for that long but hey...shit happens. It was horrible.
I may be scarred...for life.
I got a sneak preview/listen of the new Prime Circle album today. Ross came around to our place this morning with the album and I am blown away! I am just so excited to see how well this album is a slightly different sound to their previous's very international and I am in love with the tracks!
We have farewell drinks for one of the guys in Sales tonight and I'm scared...very's going to be dangerous!
Have a great night!!

Monday, May 12, 2008

Can I please have a weekend from the weekend??

Oh. My. God. What a weekend!!

My good "friend" Mr. Murphy's Law paid me a little visit. I was absolutely bursting for the loo. I needed to wee immediately and couldn't wait for the ladies queue to die down, so I ducked into the males. Instant relief turned into instant nightmare.
My door wouldn't open. I tried to turn the lock and nothing happened. It was completely jammed. I started banging on the door but no one came to my rescue. I eventually phoned Special K and told her I was stuck in the guys toilet.
It's murphy's law because I get irritated with woman who jump the queue and go straight into the mens etc etc and now this ONE time I do it, I get stuck.
I had to pass the key out of the small square window outside and then wait for them to come back inside and open the door from the outside. Thank God that worked.

On Saturday I went to Pocahontas' bridal shower. I wasn't quite sure what to expect. A sex toy show was the order of the afternoon. Now, in all honesty, I think I am pretty clued up when it comes to bedroom antics. I was shocked! I giggled and giggled like an immature school girl. I blushed different shades of red and scoffed at the different porno names for vibrators and the other sex toys you get.
I was shocked at some things because I didn't realise how naive I was with certain things. Half the time I was like this: "You want to put what, where?" "Noooo!!!!" "You have got to be joking" and "Eeeewww!!!"
But, the absolute classic blushing moment was when they handed out the forms saying: "Now, if you would like to order anything, you can do so by filling out this form."
I jump in saying: "Oooh goody! I'm going to order one or two things, for sure!"
I just never learn to keep my big mouth shut. The woman hadn't finished her sentence and added: "Try and keep it discreet so that no one knows whether you are ordering or not."
Our poor Pocahontas ended up puking her lungs out, like any good bachelorette should and went to bed...poor girl!
But...mission accomplished! :-)

Yesterday was Mother's Day. My mom had decided she didn't want to do the usual "go-out-for-lunch" saga and then when the day came she wanted to know where we had booked.
So we all hopped into my mom's car (I love's a convertible and we put the roof down) and drove out to Hartebeespoort Dam. We stopped at a few restaurants on the way and surprise, surprise they were fully booked.
We landed up at a restaurant. No, it was a place promising a "Great Pub Lunch and Live Entertainment."
We were placed at a table that had a dirty tablecloth. We asked for a new one and had one taken off the table next to us. The logic was astounding.
We ordered a greek salad for the table and then had to ask for knives and forks, salad dressing and side plates. The drinks order was also fabulous. We sent the cidars back 3 times because they were wrong and then when we asked for glasses they never arrived.
An hour and a half later ( still without food) we called the manager over.
This German, I have one word to sum him up, besides the tight jeans, flicked blonde hair, shirt with the top 4 buttons undone and heavy German accent...the word is ARROGANT, sauntered over to our table.
"Ve are awfully sorry, ze service is vunderfullll, but ze kitschen is a little bit pressurized."
My dad responded and I quote. "No. The service is fucking atrocious! I think this place needs to be managed a little."
Good 'ol dad!
He was so arrogant that he didn't really listen all he said was: "Who is your vaiter?"
"This lady over here."
"Oh, but she is our best vaiter."
My family all looked at each other...Good grief..if she's the best, I shudder to think.
"Don't vorry...I know it is cheesy, but ve vill get you a round of drinks. Yes? Yes."
"That's fine, but please if we could have the food as soon as possible."
Instead of asking what we are drinking, he says to the 'vaiter' "Just bring me ze regular."
We never saw the drinks, just like we never saw the manager ever again.
Our food arrived and after asking for steak knives, I eventually cut into my smallest-piece-of-steak-I-have-ever-seen. It was as tough as anything. It was supposed to be medium rare.
My mom cut into her steak and it was completely raw inside. Not a little was bleeding.
My sister and dad bit into theirs and theirs was off. Completely rotten.
It is the first time the "Blondie" family has ever done this. We stood up and left.

We arrived at 16h30 at the Silver Orange (hoping and praying they would take us) and had the most delicious meal I have ever tasted! One word: Heaven. Ok, two: Orgasmic.

So that was my weekend. I need a weekend from the weekend.

Friday, May 9, 2008

Friends, Time and mom's.

So I had a moment of insanity yesterday when I was a little sensitive about seeing my longest friend, whom I hadn't seen in such a long time. We worked it out, it had been since December. Disgusting. I really need to put in more effort. We both do, but it was absolutely fantabulous! We giggled and gossiped and caught up with each others lives as if we had seen each other last week.You really have to treasure a friendship like that!
Besides, any friendship is strengthened by sharing Warm Chocolate Parcels. Even though I was ready to burst, I strangely managed to find space for these delicious, orgasmic parcels.

I couldn't believe how fast time had flown by. Days blur into weeks, weeks blur into months and before you know it we're all screaming "Happy New Year!!"In fact, didn't we just celebrate Christmas?
It's May.
*Just in case you haven't looked.* (Wow, I'm smart today, huh?)'s another grown-up weekend. I have a bridal shower tomorrow and I am actually looking forward to it.
It's also Mother's Day on Sunday and I'd like to have my mom over so that I can show her how great my cooking skills have come along. Look, it won't be awfully fancy but it will be rather special!!

Have a wonderful weekend and be good...hahaha - yeah right! x

Thursday, May 8, 2008

I've eaten enough for a small country - yes I feel more ways than one.

I am so full I am worried that I am going to literally have to be rolled out of work or maybe rolled onto the balcony where a crane could air lift me down two storeys.

I forgot that this new restaurant contacted my team yesterday as they wanted to showcase their food for us (love my job). I had lunch before I got to work. A huge lunch. A huge chicken schnitzel (always too big, but I ate the entire thing) drowned in cheeze sauce, chips and salad. I did everything but lick the plate clean. Good to see I still have some class.
I think people at the restaurant must have thought I hadn't seen food for a while. Maybe they thought I was a Survivor contestant.

I arrived at work feeling very piggy-like. God I am uncomfortable. I am so relieved I actually have a long top on, I can now undo the button of my jeans.
I have so many stomach rolls I could open my own bakery.

Anyways, I get to work and my team is ravenous. They haven't forgotten and haven't eaten.
I couldn't be rude as this new restaurant laid out tray upon tray of food and then eagerly watched us for our first reaction.
I had to try everything. The Prego rolls, the haloumi, sticky chicken strips, bacon and cheese burgers, pizza slices and the traditional breasts. I got such delight in asking the one dude on my team to look at these breasts and then correct him by saying "No. On the plate!"
We all giggled. It was marvelously childish.
Please let me add that these were not cocktail party size, these were the real deal and we had a plate each.

I. am. so. full. I. don't. know. what. to. do. with. myself.

I need to burp. I can't. That's so annoying.
Maybe I should pace up and down, you walk it off! I'm afraid the earth might shudder with each step though.
Maybe I should be bullimic (as an emergency.) OK, that's not something I should joke about, but seriously, these are the thoughts flying through my head.

Oh and guess what? I have a dinner (Aaaaahhh) with my very best friend ... it's a weird friendship...we hardly get to see each other (once every few months) but when we do it's like we saw each other yesterday. She is also my longest friend and knows me better than most.
It's been a very very long time and it's times like these, that I hate being female. No. Let me rephrase. I hate being a sensitive female. I haven't seen her in so long and we have hardly spoken either that I'm worried we're drifting apart. I'd be gutted.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Genie Meme

Here is another meme....sorry tho who I've tagged, but feel honoured! :-)

1.) Answer the Question.
2.) Tag people.

If a Genie arrived one day and told you: "You have 3 wishes..use them wisely."
What would you wish for?

1.) I would wish for abundance in health, wealth and love. (are those 3 wishes already?)

2.) I would wish for a cure for Cancer and AIDS

3.) I would wish for my career to be successful (for everything I touch to turn to gold, not literally though - careful what you wish for, right?)
God, how do-goody am I? Boring, I'm afraid, but true.

I tag:
Miss M - yes you!!! Hahaha!!

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Monday, May 5, 2008

I have

a tendency to put my "foot in my mouth." Not just any foot. No, I do it properly. I normallyput a stiletto boot in my mouth.
It's horrible.
We were invited to one of my man's very good friends for dinner. His girlfriend cooked the most amazing meal. I was in heaven. Prawns were involved. Need I say more?
I raise the fact that I saw my man's mate in a past issue of the Cleo Magazine and how great the photos were.
I immediately saw his girlfriend look uncomfortable and she said: "Yes, well, if he wants to parade around as a bachelor then it can always become a permanent arrangement."
He has been entered into a magazine to be one of the sexy bachelors. It's now open for the public to vote.
I don't see a problem with that. Unmarried men are bachelors. It would be another story if he was being called an Eligible Bachelor.
Different thing.
Unbeknownst to me, they had been fighting about this before we arrived and now my man just phoned to tell me, that they continued to fight after we left and the whole of yesterday and now they've broken up.
I feel awful. I know I didn't have anything to do with it, sure, but I do feel bad.

On a better note, I had the best day yesterday. We drove out to Magaliesberg, late of course, and as we got out the car, I immediately said: "Smell that?"
"Smell what?"
"Fresh air! Aaah! Breathe deeply!"

We walked inside (my man still wasn't too clear as to what the surprise was) and was immediately greeted by the Queen of Queens and a woman. We are very open to gay people, I have several gay friends actually, but once I told my man what was happening, he looked at me like: This man is going to be touching and rubbing me. Seriously?
He fluffed around us, all very politely but enthusiastically and told us "sweeties" to get undressed and come out as soon as we were done.
We went into 3 hours of pure bliss at the Spa. It was so wonderful to relax. The hot stone massage was fab but the dude kept talking through out and then he spoke about his children and wife. Stop the bus. *Record screech*
Say what?
It was rather amusing. I totally misjudged him, but seriously...he was incredible effeminate.
After our aromatherapy bath, massage, facial etc the conclusion was that the man absolutely LOVED IT. I don't care what they say, men LOVE being pampered.

Afterwards we drove around for quite a while until we eventually turned back and went across the road to a place called Ambrosia's. We sat near a log fire, drank Gluhwein and my man ate pizza and I had the chicken schnitzel.
I was so content.
The weather wasn't sunny like I had hoped, but it was damp, cold and misty. It was actually perfect. Who would have thought?

Friday, May 2, 2008

Weekend ahead

The South African Music Awards (SAMA's) are happening tonight at Sun City and this is the first year in four that I am not going. I'm pretty bummed about it, to be completely honest. I loved being put up in the main Sun City hotel, I, personally, loved the hamper basket we got with nuts, biltong, champagne, dried fruit etc. Yes, I know. Nerd.
I especially loved getting dressed up in a designer gown, having the hair and make-up done and feeling all very Hollywood for an evening. The ceremony is admittedly, a little boring, but I enjoy watching the performances.
It's the After Party that is always sensational. Last year was a sit down dinner on the Friday evening and then on the Saturday (night of the awards) we all party.
We aren't going because we were supposed to be going down to the coast for the long weekend and then I ended up having to work.

I personally hope: Karen Zoid, Freshly Ground, Flat Stanley, Koldproduk, Loyiso and Niemand win awards! They really deserve it!

I, on the other hand, have found something to do for Sunday. I am rather excited about this.
I have found a cute spa called Rose Well Spa. It's out in Magaliesberg and it looks absolutely gorgeous!
I have decided to surprise the man. I have told him that he needs to be up at 8am on Sunday because I'm taking him somewhere special.
I have booked this for the 2 of us:
  • Steam room.
  • Herbal milk and roses aromatherapy foam bath including dry exfoliation and scalp and foot rub.
  • Hot stone back, neck and shoulders massage.
  • Pamper Facial.

After that I am taking him for lunch. I have no idea where, but we'll be in the country and I'm looking forward to just taking a drive out and finding something quaint and relaxing! I can't wait.

I really hope the weather warms up. So much for the sunshine, today is cold, drizzling and grey.

I am happy it's the weekend though! Wooohoo!

Thursday, May 1, 2008

While everyone is...

enjoying their very long weekend, I am working. Yup, I'm keeping the economy going.
Today and tomorrow is a public holiday and I'm working both days.
At least I'm only working from 12-3pm both days, so happiness is.

I feel like doing something interesting this weekend. I feel like getting out, enjoying our sunshine (even if it is a little duller in winter), feeling the breeze in my hair and doing something I normally never do.
I would like to take a drive out of the city and find a quaint bakery/coffee shop or perhaps an art gallery in Magaliesberg. Maybe I'll look for vintage stores. I have never done that and always wanted to.
Maybe I'll pack a picnic basket, start driving and see where we land up. I just feel like doing something other than sitting at home watching TV or drinking copious amounts of alcohol, sitting/dancing in dark smoky rooms filled with loud music and flashing multi coloured lights.
I'd love to get my group of mates together, take a drive out and find a cute, different restaurant in the middle of the country.
I'd like to sip on wine overlooking a beautiful view.
Oooh, I'd actually LOVE to surprise the man by taking him away for the weekend to some cosy bed and breakfast place that offers spa treatments!
Mmm mmm mmm...Yes Please!!

I'm going to google "Things to do in Johannesburg" and see what I find.

Have a great day x