The Weekend
Although I’m guiltily regretting it now, this weekend I did sweet fanny adams when it comes to university work. Mostly it was a weekend of sport… and eating. In terms of over-eating, much like the work I’m currently regretting it. My stomach is a bit bloated and I’m feeling semi-queasy this morning.
Anyway, in terms of my sporty weekend, Friday night was spent in a box at the Absa Stadium watching the Sharks thrash the Leopards 50-something to 10. Of course, I have yet to work out where the Leopards are from – the Cheetahs I at least know are from the Free State. Anyway, apart from the last 10 or so minutes of the second or so half, when the Sharks’ defence opened up wide gaps, it was an entirely one-sided game. Of course, I was more concerned with my chicken-prawn curry and vegetarian lasagna.
Saturday was spent at the Africa-Asian 11 cricket match at the Sahara Stadium (after canceling a 2.4GB download of World of Warcraft that was 2GB in; much to Mark’s uber disappointment). Anyway, there were just myself, Paul, Warren and G at the cricket. The game had its moments but was pretty bland – once again Boeta Dippenaar as an opening batsman acts as if he is playing a leisurely 5-day test as opposed to a One Day International. Only about 4 of the African batsmen were committed to an aggressive runs chase.
Mostly our group ended up chatting, snacking on pies and Niknaks and watching toddler twins play cricket in front of us. Oh, and witnessing the amusing sight of Durban’s Asian descended population waving Pakistan and Indian flags side by side. And of course, us muttering under our breath about how we’re going to be giving them another big wave for Christmas.
Sunday was a day of more eating and socializing. To celebrate Paul’s grandmother’s birthday (Granny B), Paul and myself joined his cousin Micah, his girlfriend Penny and Gran B for the breakfast buffet at Joe Cool’s. Considering how miserable the weather was in Durban on Sunday, we then tagged along with Penny, Micah and Gran B to Gateway. Although we didn’t buy anything (Penny and Micah were buying curtain rails and curtaining for their new place), we did come across a new model and tabletop gaming shop by the Barnyard Theatre. Although expensive, there is some really cool Warhammer stuff available. Having played the Warhammer 40 000 RTS on PC, it was pretty cool to see the characters and assorted vehicles in their original form.
In the evening we went to Lara’s place to drink booze by the fire. We briefly met her new squeeze, a 32 year old, unusually named Eris, or something that sounds like that. Alison, the queen of gossip, is also back from a waitressing stint in the UK (that’s what a Honours degree in Genetics will get you!), and we sat skindering – mostly about how long we think Bronwyn’s marriage to John will last. There really is nothing like a solid gossip session.
Anyway, in terms of my sporty weekend, Friday night was spent in a box at the Absa Stadium watching the Sharks thrash the Leopards 50-something to 10. Of course, I have yet to work out where the Leopards are from – the Cheetahs I at least know are from the Free State. Anyway, apart from the last 10 or so minutes of the second or so half, when the Sharks’ defence opened up wide gaps, it was an entirely one-sided game. Of course, I was more concerned with my chicken-prawn curry and vegetarian lasagna.
Saturday was spent at the Africa-Asian 11 cricket match at the Sahara Stadium (after canceling a 2.4GB download of World of Warcraft that was 2GB in; much to Mark’s uber disappointment). Anyway, there were just myself, Paul, Warren and G at the cricket. The game had its moments but was pretty bland – once again Boeta Dippenaar as an opening batsman acts as if he is playing a leisurely 5-day test as opposed to a One Day International. Only about 4 of the African batsmen were committed to an aggressive runs chase.
Mostly our group ended up chatting, snacking on pies and Niknaks and watching toddler twins play cricket in front of us. Oh, and witnessing the amusing sight of Durban’s Asian descended population waving Pakistan and Indian flags side by side. And of course, us muttering under our breath about how we’re going to be giving them another big wave for Christmas.
Sunday was a day of more eating and socializing. To celebrate Paul’s grandmother’s birthday (Granny B), Paul and myself joined his cousin Micah, his girlfriend Penny and Gran B for the breakfast buffet at Joe Cool’s. Considering how miserable the weather was in Durban on Sunday, we then tagged along with Penny, Micah and Gran B to Gateway. Although we didn’t buy anything (Penny and Micah were buying curtain rails and curtaining for their new place), we did come across a new model and tabletop gaming shop by the Barnyard Theatre. Although expensive, there is some really cool Warhammer stuff available. Having played the Warhammer 40 000 RTS on PC, it was pretty cool to see the characters and assorted vehicles in their original form.
In the evening we went to Lara’s place to drink booze by the fire. We briefly met her new squeeze, a 32 year old, unusually named Eris, or something that sounds like that. Alison, the queen of gossip, is also back from a waitressing stint in the UK (that’s what a Honours degree in Genetics will get you!), and we sat skindering – mostly about how long we think Bronwyn’s marriage to John will last. There really is nothing like a solid gossip session.
Comments
No wonder Lara never took any notice, I'm way too young for her. Geez!
High five, other-cooly-named-guy!