Sometime in the morning I got an SMS from Justin saying I should come around for Drinks. So I phone him up to check the details, it turns out it's his Birthday. Poor bastard.
So I did the dishes, hung up some washing and then went to go do some groceries...thinking I'll get something for the guy there.
Greenacres was packed. So anyway I make my way though the whole tedious affair - and the last item I remember is soap. The isles are too crowded so I figure ... I'll just leave the trolley to one side and then fetch the soap. Ofcourse when I get back - no trolley. Some idiot probably took the wrong trolley. After searching with trepidation for my trolley and casting accusative glances at other people's trolleys, I finally can to the sad a bitter conclusions that this day I would be doing groceries -TWICE.
That sordid affair behind me I resolved to look for a pair of comfortable shoes as I've become partial to wearing tracksuits for some reason...my energy levels already depleted - the view of the long queues frightened me - I was starting to get hungry and my will power (being what it is) would soon see me stuffing my face with something from the Mugg & Bean..so I did what any man would do...I ran away.
I got home and relaxed a bit. Angelo stopped by and chatted and ofcourse as it has become tradition between us- make inflammatory remarks about racial issues in an attempt to ruffle the other's feathers. It's like those people who meet every now and then to play a game of chess. He'll maneuver a pawn (Affirmative action) deftly followed with a Bishop (White Colonialism) - I’ll counter with something along the lines of how he owes his existences to white collonliasm given the fact of his mixed heritage. This is what mighty racial intolerance has been reduced to...chats around cups of coffee. (Thank goodness...we've come a long way baby...)
Later that evening there was a power failure - so I had bath by candle light...The lights came on again 30 minutes later. Kamla and I went to see Justin. I had bought him a bottle of Johnny Walker - I thought that way he would remember me everytime he had a drink!
Kamla and I played a game of pool. Kamla's a slightly better pool player than me, but that's not saying much.
Simon, Jaws, Kiwi,Ettiene, the whole crowed was there. It was not too bad all in all. By midnight the Red Bull I drank was wearing off so we made our way home along with everyone else.
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