Over the weekend, I baked vanilla cupcakes and decorated them with grated white chocolate and maraschino cherries for BlogGirls, and had a fabulous afternoon with the girls at Café Sofia in Greenside. We had a few new BlogGirls at this meet too, which was very cool indeed. It was fantastic to see Ruby Letters, Arkwife, PhillyGirl and Tamara again, and to meet Melisoo, Boldly Benny and CyberSass!
Technically I had met Boldly Benny before- when she interviewed me for an article in Glamour Magazine which is coming out in August I believe. I am very excited about it, and I had my photo shoot for the article on Monday night.
I was dressed in black and white as the article is supposed to have a glamorous feel, and I had my make-up and hair done. It was quite an adventure! I think there were several nice shots that came out of it, and I am hoping I’ll be able to get hold of some of the photos for myself later. The fashion “foondies” present were very impressed with my jewellery, clothes and shoes, and loved my tattoos- so I take that as quite a compliment, teehee!
After the photo shoot, my sweetheart took me to Wang Thai in Sandton for supper. What an incredible place! The food was to die for, as was the service and ambience. I would love to go back there.
Ooh, I also had my hair done on Saturday morning, in preparation for the shoot. I had what my hairdresser calls “stylights” put in over my own hair colour, and it looks really fabulous. The hairdresser blow-waved it all straight for me and the next day I had ID photos taken for my license renewal and my passport application- whilst my hair looked fabulous and all that, you know. And I got lots of compliments at BlogGirls from the ladies who know what I usually look like.
On Friday night, Glugster and I drove the knucklehead out to some friends from his old school- some 50km away from our home! He was to spend the night and we’d fetch him Saturday morning but he asked to stay another day and night. I relented- it has been a while since he saw them all. We were supposed to fetch him on Sunday morning, but he managed to manufacture some reason why we couldn’t- I think he got himself locked in on the friend’s smallholding and they hads to wait for the dad with the key or some such drivel… so Glugs and I spent the day window shopping and strolling round Cresta and going to watch the X-Men Origins movie. It was enjoyable but didn’t blow us away or anything. And my darling gave me yet another ring! It’s an exquisite silver setting with a pale, pale amethyst set into it… simply gawjiss!
Yesterday- Monday- I also had the day off because I had a long list of things to do… so I got up early, made my way to the licensing department in Centurion (which opens at 8AM) and was about 12th in the queue for license renewals when I got there. A dude came out and gave us each a form we needed to complete and told us we needed a copy of our ID. I didn’t have one, so I had to drive a coupla hundred metres up the road to a dude with a VW combi who makes ID copies, sells black pens and takes ID photos! Quite the entrepreneur, eh? And in so doing I lost my place in the queue- and I already had 10 or so people behind me at the time. Turned out half the people in the queue didn’t have the copies they needed either- so because I was first at the combi, I got back to the queue and kept my place in line!
When they called the first 14 people in for the eye-test and such at 8h10, I was included. Then we waited some more inside because the eye-test machines and PCs had not been switched on yet, and their systems were “down”. That they didn’t know this before they opened the doors baffled me briefly- but heaven forbid they may have switched everything on and started working BEFORE 8AM… thank GOODNESS for Twitter and Christopher Paolini! I eventually got out of there at 9ish and headed for home affairs.
Home Affairs was a MUCH longer queue! I needed to get a reprint of the knucklehead’s birth certificate, which has gone missing since we moved- and which he needs to get an ID in order to get his license- and I wanted to apply for my passport. I got the requisite forms, completed them, and joined the queue. I was reading and tweeting, and then I got a phone call that made me cry. And I do NOT cry easily. I cried on and off for almost the full hour and a bit that I was standing in the queue- wearing my sunglasses… and when I got to the front of the queue the woman said my photos were not up to standard and I had to dash outside and retake them! You can imagine my disappointment. My ID photos that I had taken looked divine with my gawjiss hair, and the new ones are HORRIBLE!!!
OMW I swear it’s a fargin conspiracy. I had next to no make-up on, I hadn’t done anything with my hair, and I’d been crying.
Application in and the knucklehead’s birth certificate reprinted.
Then also yesterday I had a joyous day of queuing in a bank… and ABSA– you SUCK when it comes to sorting shite out!
You wanna know why we’re paying such exorbitant bank charges in South Africa? Because a transaction as simple as replacing a damaged (note- not lost or stolen) debit card with a new one involves a 45 minute process and no less than 20 printed A4 sheets of paper. 20 pieces of paper! Do you know what paper costs? Let alone paper that has the ABSA logo pre-printed in the top right hand side in bright red ink. And no sheet is used more than once- so there’s no double sided printing. It’s such an unbelievable waste!
So over and above all that… I have started to suspect that I am becoming one of those women whom other people are afraid to mention babies or pregnancy in front of. Its kak, but I must admit that it is entirely possible.
…come play on my rollercoaster…