Quicky

I had to *sob* admit defeat. The European Boy's beat me. It pains me to type this.
I did however, eat my weight in prawns. Just about. I made us girls proud! I think I devoured 3 overflowing plates of prawns. The fact that I had to be rolled out of Jimmy's Killer Prawns is another story all together. Wow.

I have a quick Q...

Is there always fire where there's smoke?

Beaten by a Girl!

I went back to gym today and I nearly died. I huffed and puffed like a sixty year old who smokes 60 a day. It was attractive. It felt good to be back though...back and focused.

May I please do a little victory jig. I just bought 2 pairs of Levi jeans...and they were two sizes smaller. I am so chuffed right now. I haven't been this size since I was...I don't know actually... that's how long it's been!
Speaking of shopping... I have a problem. OK wait. That sounds bad. I'm really not a shopaholic, in fact, I'm an embarrassment to the female race.
I'd like to think of myself as a really clever shopper. I manage to find good little steals and I know how to make something look really expensive when in fact it cost me nothing... just about.

I have had to do that to be honest, because I have such expensive taste. Expensive and international taste. I always manage to pick out the most expensive things in catalogues or I'll go into a store and love the pair of shoes/coat/dress/lounge suite that has the extra zero's on the end, while everything else is reasonable.
I'm also not shy to ask people in the street where they got certain things. I sometimes embarrass the people I'm around because I'll walk up to a woman and say: "Aw I love your necklace/hat/boots/jersey/etc...Where did you get it from?" I am yet to hear someone tell me they got it in this country. Hell, I'd even settle for someone telling me they got it in another province.
It's always:"Oh this? I got it in Dubai/Brazil/London/Spain/Thailand/Italy/Paris etc..."
See? Expensive AND foreign taste!
When I have had extra cash and spoilt myself on something boutique-y and expensive I hardly ever receive a compliment. HOWEVER... If I buy something from Mr. Price people flip out about it.I once bought a pair of shoes from Jet (they looked like Diors) and people flipped out. I just smiled knowing full well they cost me R99.99. :-)

Anyway.

I am so excited.

You know how much I adore/obssess over prawns. When I first started seeing European Boy I had to suss out if he liked the little garlic and lemon butter buggers. That would have been my deal breaker. Just kidding. Seriously. Turns out he loves them too and he instantly became a keeper. :-)
I was telling/warning him that I really am extremely embarrassing to be around when I eat prawns. I become an animal. Always a good thing to warn a new man. I need a warning label...or a "terms and conditions apply" label when I eat prawns or singledom could be a reality.
He's been telling me that he is worse. I don't believe him.
We've been egging each other on for a while now and finally we're putting it to rest. Tonight at Jimmy's Killer Prawns, is: ALL YOU CAN EAT SPECIAL!
I think I just orgasmed.

His brother got involved too, so now it is the European Boy's vs Blondie. Those boys are going down. I've been sending them messages all day asking them to prepare for the fact that they're going to be beaten...by a girl.
I'll let you know how it goes down tomorrow, unless of course I eat myself into a coma.

Oh shit...I may just put on those two dress sizes and have to take those Levi jeans back. We'll deal with that at tomorrow's gym session.
Let's hope for a victory people!

Fishy Weddings!?!

My favourite food is Prawns. God created the most delicious little creatures for me to dip into lemon butter sauce. They're just divine!
I know they're bottom feeders but let's just ignore that, ok?
I feel sorry for people who are allergic to shell fish or who simply don't like prawns. Your taste buds are missing out dudes!
We went to Jimmy's Killer Prawns last night and I was in my total element.
You will be not want to know me, be associated to me or even be near me when I eat prawns. Let's just say, the way I eat prawns makes eating saucy ribs look like an etiquette lesson at a Ladies Finishing School.
I will scar you for life and embarrass the shit out of you, if you are near me at the All You Can Eat Special.
*I'm salivating as I type this*

Today I went for the bridesmaid dress fitting for Special K's wedding. It's beautiful! We have a lovely friend who wants her friends standing up for her on her wedding day, to look gorgeous, not frumpy with bows and puffy sleeves. She's a doll!

I just cannot believe Special K is getting married. I just can't. She's my closest friend, my drinking buddy, my confidant, shopping stylist, business partner, the list goes on and now she's getting married. I know nothing will change from that, but it's weird to think that next weekend she will be a Mrs.
I'm so proud and excited for her. It's so awesome to see two incredible people, so in love getting married.
I know they're going to be happy and have gorgeous sprogs. *Sigh*
Aw, I'm so damn happy for them. I am also making a speech and I don't know how I'm not going to choke up!
Oh dear!

Oh and now to embarrass myself royally. Last Saturday, the man and I went to the mall to get some things (as you do.) I was in one of those cheeky moods. You know? Good mood, feeling funny and happy. I casually but cheekily walked past American Swiss and said: "Oh. My engagement ring is in there."
Now we have this weird thing where we tease each other. Hard to explain.
I was expecting him to roll the eye balls and walk faster.
Instead, he stopped, looked at me and said: "Ok. Let's see."
What? No. I wasn't expecting that.
So I did. I showed him the gorgeous ring, but suddenly felt shy. Shy? WTF?
He looked at it and then asked the price. I had never actually looked at the price. I don't know why, I just hadn't.
The lady at the counter (all excited at the fact she could be making a sale...clearly motivated by commission) told us and I didn't think it was horrific. Don't get me wrong...it's still a lot of money, but in comparison to some rings I've seen, I didn't think it was too bad.
I saw my man's colour in his face drain and his eyes enlarge. "How much?"
Oh fuck. This is not how this was supposed to go. It was supposed to be cute and funny, right? WRONG.
I'm not going to put the price here, because I'm now doubtful as to whether I'm being outrageous.
My man looked at me with this look that said: "Seriously? You expect me to pay this amount of money? Oh. MY. GOD!"
I was now saying (too quickly): "Oh you know... it's not really what I'm expecting, you know. It doesn't really suit me."
We both knew I was lying. I was saying this straight after I had been crazy/dreamy-eyed about the ring.
It just went downhill from there.
He then muttered that he would never be able to afford that. Well didn't I just feel like the best girlfriend in the world? I was having the BEST TIME EVER!!
Fuck.
The situation was lightened up abit, when the sales woman (looking all eager. Too eager, you know, with the fake smile that must have been hurting her cheeks by now) asked if we would be taking it.
He said to her (deadly serious): "Um. It's not exactly what I'm looking to spend. I was wondering...um... do you have any ring for about R600; R700?"
The sales lady looked startled: "Um. No sir. You wont find an engagement ring for that price sir."
She gave me a sympathetic look that said: Shame! You poor thing.
We walked out killing ourselves laughing.
Phew. One way to alleviate a rather uncomfortable situation.
Gosh...what was meant to be cute and quirky turned out to be AWKWARD!