Where to start?
Friday night I went to the Jozi Comedy Festival. I laughed so much that I cried and I haven't done that in a long time! I don't know if maybe I'm just maybe...um....weird...*don't answer that*, but I laughed so hard that it caused me to sneeze. My laughter kept tickling something that made me have sneezing fits!!
Weird.
Saturday was the awfully weird and wonderful evening. It was a mate of our's(The Rock Star) birthday parties. It started off all very civilised...you know, at a restaurant with cutlery and actual wine glasses as opposed to any old glass for your box wine! You know how it is!!
It went down hill from there. We ordered 27 Jaegermeisters for the birthday boy...yeah right!! We distributed them between the group and all of a sudden 27 shots doubled before we knew it!
I am still unsure how we landed up where we did, but it came up and all of a sudden we were all screaming the likes of: YAY!! Let's do it!! What fun!! We're going to have such a jol!!!
We ended up (about 8 of us -guys and gals) at...Teazers
I had to write it in small because seriously... dont judge. I still cannot believe we went!! It wasn't as bad as I was expecting. I was expecting to sit there and not know where to look, but it was actually so mild. Ok...it wasn't so mild when a table dance was ordered...that was ahem...ewww!!
You know...it was what it was: group of mates having a right old giggle, blushing and laughing. The best was the men looking awkward as if they don't want to look because we (the girlfriends) were sitting right next to them. That was fun.
Sure, if I had to analyze, it is exploitation...it's disgusting and oh so wrong...but hey!
It was what it was.
We then went to the Red Room. It's not my scene at all but I had a blast. Non-commercial music with lots of people wearing black with on-purpose-holy-stockings, docmartins and sporting piercings in weird places. I have vowed, just for shits and giggles, that if I ever do go back there, I'm going to dress like Paris Hilton. In stiletto's, a pink sparkly dress and a tiara! As you do there. Classic.
Sunday was hang-over day. My favourite!
I had the best intentions of eating Strawberries and Cream in support of the most incredible Wimbledon Men's Final I have ever seen, but I just couldn't stomach it!
Pity.
Oh and I adore him and I'm glad Rafael Nadal is the champion (even though I should've been supporting Federer)
He's Mowgli from the Jungle Book:
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teazers - i still want to go there when i return to SA! ;p
Haha Prixie...it's nothing special. Really. Although, we were all putting bets down to see whose dad would walk in first! AWKWARD!!! HAHAHAHA!!
Your weekend sounds like so much fun! I had my reservations about strip clubs, I eventually went and you're right - it was what it was.
I love your Paris idea - be sure to put on your thickest kugel accent and refer to everyone as SWA-HEEETIE!
You went to Teazers..ha ha ha ha...
no way ..thats so very lberal of you. I havent been...I just cant do it, Captian. I dont have enough power :)
Every girl secretly wants to go to a strip club, just to see what it's like. It's amazing how totally not intimidiating it becomes once you've done it!
mowgli is such a pretty little thing :)~
Boldly Benny...that's a real goody!
LOVE IT! Hahahahaha!!
Being Brazen...I also can't believe I went, but I'm really glad I did! It was hysterical and not at all as bad as I was expecting!!
Lopz...you are 100% right!! Curiosity is a very big thing! Hahaha!!
Gorgeous hey Sweets? Haha!
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