And I'm sitting at my favorite coffee shop, just around the corner from the office. This is what life is really about. Sitting here, posting crap other people may or may not read, watching other people doing the same, or not, drinking good cappuccinos!
It's a beautiful day, clear skies, SA are the rugby world champions! And we have a ANC Presidential election coming up. (now why did I think of that, or put it in here?), anyway, all told, life is good. I suppose I will have to go to the office eventually, but I may go sooner than later if this bloody waiter doesn't come and refresh my coffee!
We are busy finalizing plans for the Princess's 40th coming up in two weeks time. Yup, my Lady is nearly 40! Wonder if I need to consider trading her in for a younger model? Anyone have any inside into what happens with these creatures after they turn 40? I know we guys just improve with age, but I'm not sure if the same goes for the dames.
As per the Princess's instructions, we are having a masked party. She did want a venetian Ball type masked party, but I told her I didn't think too many people would want to "dress up" as would have been expected. So It's still a masked party, and hopefully everyone will get a mask "a la Venetiana". They are relatively cheap and easy to come by.
One unfortunate part was that we had to limit the number of people we invited. This is due to a) financial restraint, and b) the size of the location we booked. So if anyone reading this wonders why they have not got the nod, it could be that the Princess has too many frinds, and some are closer to her than others?
If my 40th, which we had at our previous home, is anything to go by, it's going to be a blast. I eventually kicked out the last guys at 6.45 am!!!! My theme was "Priests and Prostitutes", and I had taken two sets of clothing, cut them in half vertically, and joined the two opposite sides to each other, so I was half a priest, half a prostitute! The turn out, dress up wise was excellent, and the most original was a guy who came wearing his rugby outfit, with a Springbok no 8 jersey. He was the "Hooker"!!!!! Some of the girls were ravishing, and if they had been real pro's, I would have spent my money there (if I was single!)
Salagatle!
2 comments:
Hi,
Just in case I can make it let me know the date! : )
That sounds like fun! I was given a surprise party for my fortieth birthday. My father took me out shopping and to dinner at a five star French restaurant for my forty-first, and for my forty-second I was given a three and a half week trip to England and Wales. Hmmmm, I wonder how that will be topped for my forty-third? hehe
Once I hit forty-one I became more confident and independent and decided to start reclaiming my life, so watch out. . .
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