What a weekend! Friday night saw Special K and I knocking back the vodkas and orange juice and dancing like total hooligans. Good fun, but so responsible. I was in bed by 11pm. I had to be. Joburg Day started early on Saturday morning and I loved every minute of it. The weather was superb. A little too hot, but are we ever happy? I saw some total lobsters. Dude. It's called sunscreen. You can't expect to be covered up in winter and then expose your lily white skin to the hot sun and NOT expect to be burnt to a crisp.
Anyway, I really enjoyed the show. All 10 bands/musicians were amazing! It was incredible!!
On Sunday I went to the man's mom for lunch. We spoke to him too as he was at the family house. I really feel like a pathetic love-sick puppy dog. I am missing him so much. There is such a void and my heart physically hurts. I cannot wait for him to come home.
He was stuck in Paris (shame - I could think of worse places to be stuck in) trying to get to Spain and only arrived yesterday. Apparently it's wonderful to see his family there and there's a huge festival on at the moment.
We have this thing between us - we find it hilarious. Suppose you have to be there. If a guy comes up to me trying his luck, I must say 2 words: Fuck Off. I laugh. He laughs. Hilarious. Of course it's never really a reality. So...
I told him that if any Jennifer Lopez/Salma Hayek/ Eva Mendez look-alike senorita comes up to him he should use the two words.
Apparently I really do have a lot of competition. Spanish girls are apparently little vixens, tanned, gorgeous and love wearing bikinis.
This is what I'm dealing with:OK. This is what I keep telling myself. Don't ruin my moment.