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Submitted by laurence on Wed, 2008-10-22 11:07


	A pretty extreme weekend actually. One of those cover every base well kind of weekend (not sexual kind of bases, was not that kind of weekend at all). Lars came over from the UK for the party. As often happens the proper party did not happen as planned and the real festivities happened the Sunday afternoon. Friday night was pretty unremarkable having a falafel before and after going to the pub was cool and may become something of a routine actually. Saturday was nice and civilised, I got a fair amount of studying done before having people around for supper. We ended up at a sports bar playing darks and flirting with homeless people, while I debated the need for a Black Artists Music awards with a stubborn Irish girl who will probably not read my blog.

A pretty extreme weekend actually. One of those cover every base well kind of weekend (not sexual kind of bases, was not that kind of weekend at all).
Lars came over from the UK for the party. As often happens the proper party did not happen as planned and the real festivities happened the Sunday afternoon.

Friday night was pretty unremarkable having a falafel before and after going to the pub was cool and may become something of a routine actually. Saturday was nice and civilised, I got a fair amount of studying done before having people around for supper. We ended up at a sports bar playing darks and flirting with homeless people, while I debated the need for a Black Artists Music awards with a stubborn Irish girl who will probably not read my blog.

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House party at Big Stus in London Tower Bridge

Submitted by laurence on Wed, 2008-10-15 11:23


	I met up with Lars at Tower Bridge station and we went for a couple of drinks before the party to get in the mode and try work out where the flat was. After a few drinks we decided that we did not know where it was an neither of us had a map, so walked out anyway into the rain and did our best to find it. After about 5 minutes in the rain and a quick conversation with a couple of sexy tourists with a map we admitted defeat and got into a taxi. My first time inside a London Cabbie actually, his first words where "you got to fucking be kidding, you would be faster off walking" so we where pretty close it seemed. After the U turn he pulled it did take a couple of minutes, so £4 well spent in my mind. Now since coming to Europe and learning about Szarlotka (apple juice with polish vodka) I have been waiting for right time to unleash it. The time found me though as this beautiful polish girl came up and poured one for me. Now that is what life is about :)

I met up with Lars at Tower Bridge station and we went for a couple of drinks before the party to get in the mode and try work out where the flat was. After a few drinks we decided that we did not know where it was an neither of us had a map, so walked out anyway into the rain and did our best to find it. After about 5 minutes in the rain and a quick conversation with a couple of sexy tourists with a map we admitted defeat and got into a taxi. My first time inside a London Cabbie actually, his first words where "you got to fucking be kidding, you would be faster off walking" so we where pretty close it seemed. After the U turn he pulled it did take a couple of minutes, so £4 well spent in my mind.

Now since coming to Europe and learning about Szarlotka (apple juice with polish vodka) I have been waiting for right time to unleash it. The time found me though as this beautiful polish girl came up and poured one for me. Now that is what life is about :)

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reliving my youth with the youngens

Submitted by laurence on Tue, 2008-09-23 15:46


	My current gang of flat mates and I get into a taxi after much fannying around. We are a very mixed bunch a South African, Australian, English/Irish , English/Indian and an Irishmen. Under the excitement of the anticipated night ahead and some powerful berry flavored cider where are a pretty noisy bunch. So we get to the dorms and totally blow our cover when walking around the back. The Slovakian security guard shouts us down for lack of student id and when the Aussie gives him lips walks up to him takes out a cigarette and stares him down like any good soviet agent would when starting an interrogation. He marches us back around the front where our hosts meets us and gets us, our security guy gives her strict instructions to have us out by 11 oclock. He has a key and will check.. Him having a key in its self is a little worrying. This kind of set the tone of the evening which was very much chill drink and talk shit rather than house party.

My current gang of flat mates and I get into a taxi after much fannying around. We are a very mixed bunch a South African, Australian, English/Irish , English/Indian and an Irishmen. Under the excitement of the anticipated night ahead and some powerful berry flavored cider where are a pretty noisy bunch.

So we get to the dorms and totally blow our cover when walking around the back. The Slovakian security guard shouts us down for lack of student id and when the Aussie gives him lips walks up to him takes out a cigarette and stares him down like any good soviet agent would when starting an interrogation. He marches us back around the front where our hosts meets us and gets us, our security guy gives her strict instructions to have us out by 11 oclock. He has a key and will check.. Him having a key in its self is a little worrying.

This kind of set the tone of the evening which was very much chill drink and talk shit rather than house party.

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Lances Birthday, Aussie style house party

Submitted by laurence on Fri, 2008-08-15 15:18


	Having had two sets of Australian room mates in a row and at times as many as 4 aussies sleeping in the flat I often feel out numbered. Luckily, no matter what kind of banter starts flying around I am able to mention the Rugby world Cup which gives me some comfort. Nicole and Lance are the ideal flat mates though, they have restored my faith in relationships. Any couple that are able to travel the world on a budget for a year together have got to have something going for them. I find it hard enough traveling with myself for company without having to worry about someone else. Not that I think people need to be looked after (I´m not that much of a male pig despite the rumors), but I would tend to worry that people are having fun and are not freaking out. Traveling with someone also makes the waking up in the morning and deciding what you want to do for the day rather more complex. That is enough of my commitment paranoia for one blog entry.

Having had two sets of Australian room mates in a row and at times as many as 4 aussies sleeping in the flat I often feel out numbered. Luckily, no matter what kind of banter starts flying around I am able to mention the Rugby world Cup which gives me some comfort.

Nicole and Lance are the ideal flat mates though, they have restored my faith in relationships. Any couple that are able to travel the world on a budget for a year together have got to have something going for them. I find it hard enough traveling with myself for company without having to worry about someone else. Not that I think people need to be looked after (I´m not that much of a male pig despite the rumors), but I would tend to worry that people are having fun and are not freaking out.
Traveling with someone also makes the waking up in the morning and deciding what you want to do for the day rather more complex. That is enough of my commitment paranoia for one blog entry.

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Peter and Ibe House party for Ibe's Birthday

Submitted by laurence on Mon, 2008-05-26 09:50


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Silvermine Surprise!!!

Submitted by laurence on Wed, 2008-02-27 14:56


	After reading my post on surprise parties, certain people got inspired to organise me one before I leave. By the time Sunday came, it was not that great a surprise. Not many people actually tried to hide behind the rocks and we did meet Guy in the car park. As far as going away parties go it was good. I did not have to cook, clean or drink huge amounts of alcohol. There is a time and place for mass consumption of alcohol, we had covered that very well the night before at Cubanans and Buckleys (are we sure Jurie was there, I totally cant remember that). So today at silvermine was swimming, hangover recovery before Romy and I nipped off to the "lands" for a family thing.

After reading my post on surprise parties, certain people got inspired to organise me one before I leave.
By the time Sunday came, it was not that great a surprise. Not many people actually tried to hide behind the rocks and we did meet Guy in the car park.
As far as going away parties go it was good. I did not have to cook, clean or drink huge amounts of alcohol. There is a time and place for mass consumption of alcohol, we had covered that very well the night before at Cubanans and Buckleys (are we sure Jurie was there, I totally cant remember that). So today at silvermine was swimming, hangover recovery before Romy and I nipped off to the "lands" for a family thing.

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Lindy Birthday Party, surprise

Submitted by laurence on Mon, 2008-02-11 10:45


	Surprise parties, call me a cynic but surely if the person wanted a party they would organise one? What if for any particular reason that person did not in fact want a big party and was very happy letting there birthday slide in a very mellow kind way, with just a slice of cake at work and then a couple of beers with some mates after work. And then they get confronted by 25 of there friends trying to hide from them in an "Eastern Restaurant". So this weekend we had two surprise parties. The first one, at Yo Eastern Fusion (some food really good, some very average, vegan friendly, not expensive) in sunset beach went off without a hitch. Despite us hiding the cars right next to an empty parking spot that the victim parked in. Later the same evening we made a fashionably late arrival at N's surprise party, his rather creative friend, including one not so bright fellow who had finally worked out why table view was called table view, had been in cahoots with N's girlfriend.

Surprise parties, call me a cynic but surely if the person wanted a party they would organise one?
What if for any particular reason that person did not in fact want a big party and was very happy letting there birthday slide in a very mellow kind way, with just a slice of cake at work and then a couple of beers with some mates after work. And then they get confronted by 25 of there friends trying to hide from them in an "Eastern Restaurant".
So this weekend we had two surprise parties. The first one, at Yo Eastern Fusion (some food really good, some very average, vegan friendly, not expensive) in sunset beach went off without a hitch. Despite us hiding the cars right next to an empty parking spot that the victim parked in.
Later the same evening we made a fashionably late arrival at N's surprise party, his rather creative friend, including one not so bright fellow who had finally worked out why table view was called table view, had been in cahoots with N's girlfriend.

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double trouble

Submitted by laurence on Thu, 2007-12-20 07:55


	Or the title of the story could be "How to split the bill so that the total of cash is roughly the same as the total at the end of the slip". Not totally surprising though, the infamous short bill. Not to drag on about money and other such unimportant things. Romy and I were both born on the 3rd December (both Sagittarius, a fire sign!), so it only made sense for Romy to get on Facebook (gag, shock horror) and arrange 30 or our closest friends to a party at the Italian Club. If I had thought about it, I could have predicted that within 5 minutes we would piss off the waitress as our 3 tables of 12 migrated in an irregular pattern from the bar to our table and than back again. To what become dubbed the shooter bar. Later on in the evening they even had to bring our birthday cakes to us in the bar.

Or the title of the story could be "How to split the bill so that the total of cash is roughly the same as the total at the end of the slip". Not totally surprising though, the infamous short bill.
Not to drag on about money and other such unimportant things.
Romy and I were both born on the 3rd December (both Sagittarius, a fire sign!), so it only made sense for Romy to get on Facebook (gag, shock horror) and arrange 30 or our closest friends to a party at the Italian Club.
If I had thought about it, I could have predicted that within 5 minutes we would piss off the waitress as our 3 tables of 12 migrated in an irregular pattern from the bar to our table and than back again. To what become dubbed the shooter bar. Later on in the evening they even had to bring our birthday cakes to us in the bar.

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Drunken excess in scotland

Submitted by laurence on Mon, 2007-04-02 19:38


	From the looks of things I groped pretty much everyone that was there. There are also a load of people I have never seen before which is weird as I was in the photos with them. I blame the person who left an open bottle of jamesons in the kitchen next to the bucket of ice and plastic cups. Thats just asking for these crazy things to happen and as for the dinosaur in the fish tank wtf?

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Catherine's party bus to Stellenbosch

Submitted by laurence on Wed, 2007-03-21 19:43


	Im only like two weeks late putting up these pictures and the pictures are not even my own. This is the pace my life has taken on in the moment. During the last couple of weeks Caroline and Steve have been down on holiday and Leon and I did the Argus. In fact the Sunday after the bus party we did the Argus (4 hours 43 minutes a whole 30 minutes faster than last year!). With the Argus on Sunday we decided to take the evening easy, this was a great plan and we should have stuck with it. In my priest outfit I felt like I could get away with anything, but was very quickly brought down to earth. As I walked across the Milnerton light house car park waiting for the bus. Bible and beer in hand, two nice men dress in blue uniforms called me over for a chat. I resisted the urge to be my normally cocky self and did not remain in priest character, instead I fell into my humble yes officer sorry officer mode. Drinking in public, even light beers by clergy is frowned apon I was told.

Im only like two weeks late putting up these pictures and the pictures are not even my own. This is the pace my life has taken on in the moment. During the last couple of weeks Caroline and Steve have been down on holiday and Leon and I did the Argus. In fact the Sunday after the bus party we did the Argus (4 hours 43 minutes a whole 30 minutes faster than last year!).

With the Argus on Sunday we decided to take the evening easy, this was a great plan and we should have stuck with it. In my priest outfit I felt like I could get away with anything, but was very quickly brought down to earth. As I walked across the Milnerton light house car park waiting for the bus. Bible and beer in hand, two nice men dress in blue uniforms called me over for a chat. I resisted the urge to be my normally cocky self and did not remain in priest character, instead I fell into my humble yes officer sorry officer mode. Drinking in public, even light beers by clergy is frowned apon I was told.

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New years, out with 2006 in with 2007

Submitted by laurence on Sat, 2007-01-06 19:47


	Jenny and Brian where brave enough to let us have our New Years celebrations with them at there lovely house in Big Bay beach club. After all meeting up at Leons, getting the first couple of drinks in while lining our stomaches with chiprolls. We returned off to big bay in a convey of naughtyness.. Not being as quick on my feet due to my stitches at one traffic light I was left behind, causing the whole of the west coast road to stop for me to catch up. Once there we where greeted with a kitchen table that would keep any AA meeting fill for weeks. Jenny guided me and Terence in the direction of the smoothie maker and we let lose. After this things get blury, I blame the antibiotics, my camelpak (Vodka, strawberry just juice and redbull) and the bottle of Absinth Riaan shared with me. I do have flashbacks though, lang arm dancing with everyone, Leons excellent coaching and a rather excellent blonde.

Jenny and Brian where brave enough to let us have our New Years celebrations with them at there lovely house in Big Bay beach club. After all meeting up at Leons, getting the first couple of drinks in while lining our stomaches with chiprolls. We returned off to big bay in a convey of naughtyness.. Not being as quick on my feet due to my stitches at one traffic light I was left behind, causing the whole of the west coast road to stop for me to catch up.

Once there we where greeted with a kitchen table that would keep any AA meeting fill for weeks. Jenny guided me and Terence in the direction of the smoothie maker and we let lose.

After this things get blury, I blame the antibiotics, my camelpak (Vodka, strawberry just juice and redbull) and the bottle of Absinth Riaan shared with me.

I do have flashbacks though, lang arm dancing with everyone, Leons excellent coaching and a rather excellent blonde.

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House Party from 80's Hell!

Submitted by laurence on Thu, 2006-11-09 16:58


	A few constructive criticisms, first off security at the bathrooms. Bathrooms are always an issue at parties. Big concerts still havent worked it out yet, so at a house party it is understandable for a small queue to develop. What is worrying is the general destruction of the toilet door during the course of the evening. There where also reports of males making use of the outside ablutions getting acosted just as they finished there business.

A few constructive criticisms, first off security at the bathrooms. Bathrooms are always an issue at parties. Big concerts still havent worked it out yet, so at a house party it is understandable for a small queue to develop. What is worrying is the general destruction of the toilet door during the course of the evening.
There where also reports of males making use of the outside ablutions getting acosted just as they finished there business.

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Ronnies back lets get drunk and not living up to my advertisement.....

Submitted by laurence on Sat, 2006-08-05 10:17


	Dinner parties are such a mission (Im a sucker for them though) there is always an issue of who to invite. You cant invite everyone unfortanatly. Then there is how much food to make, and who to bring what. We are getting more grown up and better able to hold a dinner function now. I remember the first one we held, Craig got so drunk he didnt get past the first course. Taryn feeling like the limelight might have been taken away from her and Riaan for a few seconds procedded to announce her engagement. Now days I just settle for hoping roughly the right amount of people arrive and everyone has a good time. I must say when I put on the list after dinner shooters, I was thinking more of the sophisticated creamy style. Not of the interesting combination of cranberry juice and two bottles of vodka. Now as we all now cranberry juice is very good for your unrinary system, acting as an diaretic and flushing out all the badness.

Dinner parties are such a mission (Im a sucker for them though) there is always an issue of who to invite. You cant invite everyone unfortanatly. Then there is how much food to make, and who to bring what.

We are getting more grown up and better able to hold a dinner function now. I remember the first one we held, Craig got so drunk he didnt get past the first course. Taryn feeling like the limelight might have been taken away from her and Riaan for a few seconds procedded to announce her engagement.

Now days I just settle for hoping roughly the right amount of people arrive and everyone has a good time.

I must say when I put on the list after dinner shooters, I was thinking more of the sophisticated creamy style. Not of the interesting combination of cranberry juice and two bottles of vodka. Now as we all now cranberry juice is very good for your unrinary system, acting as an diaretic and flushing out all the badness.

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Thunda cats at Hemisphere

Submitted by laurence on Fri, 2006-07-14 05:46


	I always used to have great respect for Hemisphere, it struck me as classy kind of place that hadnt sold its soul. The kind of place famous people could go to. When you go to the bathroom, there is an attendent who hands you a clean soft fluffy towel. Things do change though and IMHO they have sold there soul. You go there now and the bathroom attendent gives you that, "you dare pee on the floor look". Worste of all the damn thunda cats come around and take photos.

I always used to have great respect for Hemisphere, it struck me as classy kind of place that hadnt sold its soul. The kind of place famous people could go to. When you go to the bathroom, there is an attendent who hands you a clean soft fluffy towel.

Things do change though and IMHO they have sold there soul. You go there now and the bathroom attendent gives you that, "you dare pee on the floor look". Worste of all the damn thunda cats come around and take photos.

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Buckleys, Opium and the Italian Club

Submitted by laurence on Thu, 2006-07-13 12:34


	Some weekends I just get around. The weekend started pretty mellow at Leons flat for a braai to celebrate his birthday. Just about everyone was there and we managed to piss off the body corporate by lighting a braai on the balcony. Turns out smoke free complex means you are allowed to smoke but not have a braai. Go figure! Just as I thought I was ready to get home and to bed, Johan got my competitive nature going and dragged me to buckleys for a few quick games of fooz ball. He has been practising I think but I still managed to keep him from winning any games! Saturday morning I managed to wake up before Saturday afternoon (Its been one of those weeks), and we got to camps bay for an amazing training run up around De Wal drive and back down to Le Med.

Some weekends I just get around.

The weekend started pretty mellow at Leons flat for a braai to celebrate his birthday. Just about everyone was there and we managed to piss off the body corporate by lighting a braai on the balcony. Turns out smoke free complex means you are allowed to smoke but not have a braai. Go figure!

Just as I thought I was ready to get home and to bed, Johan got my competitive nature going and dragged me to buckleys for a few quick games of fooz ball. He has been practising I think but I still managed to keep him from winning any games!

Saturday morning I managed to wake up before Saturday afternoon (Its been one of those weeks), and we got to camps bay for an amazing training run up around De Wal drive and back down to Le Med.

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