Detectives, Proper-like and a Date.

Not all cops are bad and corrupted, evidently. I am so impressed. I spent most of my evening at the Randburg Police Station last night. I'd like to be hardcore and very Hollywood and say I was being booked, but instead I was a witness. I was the witness to the accident my man and I had on the 14th.
We have been called every single day with an update of the case and they finally tracked down the son of a bitch. It turns out this drunk asshole is quite a popular boy with the police. He has a charge of assault laid against him. Apparently he left this chick for dead. They're also investigating how he got off and how he wasn't charged with attempted murder. Nice guy.
They couldn't arrest him without a witness statement aka me. I think the guy has been arrested this morning, but we'll no doubt get a call later.
I am uber impressed.

Today I decided to do things a little differently. I decided to stop being a lazy cow and do things the proper way. I didn't call 082 110 when I needed a number and pulled out the dusty phonebook. I forgot how heavy those things are. I even had to go through the alphabet in my head when looking up a name. Don't ask.
I decided to phone instead of sms. I actually do phone a lot, but generally an sms in easier.
I booked a table at a restaurant like a sophisticated woman instead of just rocking up and pleading (sometimes squeezing cleavage) for a table.
*blondie 2 is here*
She just came in and wrote that now...clearly NOT doing things the right way, because she has her own blog. Now she's looking at me like I'm mean. Get over it. ;-)
Anyway, back to my blog.
I wired up a hi-fi all on my own and only looked at the manual once, which doesn't count.
I sewed a button back onto my jacket instead of ignoring the gaping hole.
I let my hair dry naturally. Ok, this one was really because the idea of using a hair dryer in this heat was unbearable. I got out of a cool shower and 10 minutes later had to dry myself off again. I applied my make-up and 15 minutes later it had melted. My mascara was on my cheeks and my lipstick was on my chest. Pleasant AND attractive.

I have a date tonight. Not with the man. Ooh la la. Relax. It's with a woman. OK wait. This is sounding terribly wrong. Although it does feel like blind date. We told each other what we're wearing so we'd recognise each other. I even asked her if she wanted to have dinner with me.
Oh good grief.
Now I know that I am going to make most of you jealous. Haha. I mean...sorry about that. I am meeting Mushy Peas On Toast for dinner tonight. Yes I am. I think I'm probably going to give her the biggest squeeze and gush about her blog and how she inspired me and go on. Basically, I am going to seriously embarrass myself. Nothing that a bottle of wine wont numb. :-)
I cannot wait.