Weekend was...um...weird

What a weekend! Oh. My. God!

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:

My findings...

Is it possible that changing your hair colour changes how people treat you? For F sakes, it's just hair dye! (Sorry to go on, but this is so new for me)

I have noticed that some girls at work are treating me differently. It's not that they've ever been horrible to me, but it's always been a polite hello and a few pleasantries and that's about it.
All of a sudden, they're super friendly, cracking jokes and complimenting me.
I think it's "racist" towards blondes! Haha!

Before I say this...I'd like it to be noted that: I do not notice often unless it's BLATANT and I do not thrive on it either.
Good. With that out the way; I have noticed that men do not "check me out" as much. The ones that do are all mediterranean though. Weird.

People still don't recognise me and I've noticed how fickle my industry is.
I arrived at a venue for a birthday dinner. They had comedians there and the entrance fee was R50. Perfect.
I opened my wallet and noticed I only had R40 and not enough coins to make up the other R10.
As I looked up to ask if they had a debit card facility, I noticed the owner of the comedy club standing behind the door lady. I know him quite well, so obviously I smiled at him and greeted him. He looked at me as if to say: "Sweetheart, you can smile all you like but that's not getting you in for free."
It was so blatant and I started laughing, "Oi! Mister...it's me! Blondie!"
He did such a double take and immediately changed his attitude, "Oh!! Blondie!!! I didn't recognise you...come in; come in!!"
Fickle.

Being brunette has been fascinating. I am still having more blonde moments than ever before.
This morning I walked into work. The same door I have walked through for years now. It wouldn't open. Is it locked? I knock on the door and I am struggling to open it. I look at people who are seriously amused. WTF is going on here? Am I being Punk'd? Is Ashton Kutcher going to pop out from a taxi and rush at me with 5 camera men? And if that is the case, thanks Murphy's for not allowing me to look fucking sensational...you know, blow waved hair, perfect make-up artist applied make-up, dressed in a cute, sexy and slimming outfit.
No camera men or Ashton. Pity.
Just Blogshell pushing and pushing on the door...pushing on a door for 1 minute...pushing on a door that had the largest PULL sign on it.
Fabulous.

I'm going to the Jozi Comedy Festival at Monte Casino tonight and I'm super excited! Hooray!

I'm also going to party my weekend away with Blondie 2 (or does she become Blondie 1 now?) and Special K, my man and my twin.
Woohoo!!
Oh yes and I'm loving Wimbledon tennis!! I am so excited for the weekend!

Have a wicked one!