It's been a minute since I last blogged. My little brother was in Jozi for a quick visit. It was cool to hang with him and catch up. Even though we didn't talk about what I thought we'd talk about, we somehow connected. I know where he's at. He knows where I'm at. See, brothers don't have to say shit to be heard.
Anyway, we hit the streets hard; starting with Neh! in Alex. Gotta give props to the place. It's nice and proper. Even though a bottle of Jamesons will set you back a cool R600. We had two!
We then hit the NewsCafe (Jamesons bottle: R600) where my little bro and my friends promptly started hitting on two ugly girls. Now any bachelor worth his salt knows not to pull the trigger too early. Premature anything is a no-no! Mental note: Need to school my brother. Anyway, as expected the girls were more that happy to hang with 'us'. And I'm like WTF? I'm not the one to hit on women in places where one is expected to, but if I'm to meet someone worthy of my witty lines and charm, she's gotta be banging! I won't go into too much detail in terms of what happened in less than 15 minutes of one of my friends meeting the one girl. But haaaaaaaai maaaaaaan, it can't be that easy.
30 mins later, 3 scorching hot girls sat at a table next to ours. But it was too late, we'd already been tainted. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!
The next day, we hit Hooters on Witkoppen. It was one of those 'made for men' type of days... Rugby, Cricket, Football... So we drank litres of beers and got nice and trashed, celebrating a 6-0 Manchester United loss to Man City. Had my girls there to cheers us on. No stress, just love and laughter. We then went to Boza's Kishin (Jamesons bottle: R400), a shisanyama spot in Diepsloot, partly owned by a friend and more recently; a business partner. We had more alcoholic beverages. And I met a hot girl. The second hot girl in as many days. The life of a single man is just interesting, to say the least. I laugh at myself.
Yup, I'm recently single. Met my ex yesterday for a very emotional lunch. Some things were said. We were as honest as we could be under the circumstances. Some hurtful things were said. But it was all in the interest of saving our friendship. How we can be friends after how we ended, is going to be interesting. But nothing about us has ever made sense to the world.
After treating a motha of a hangover, I've decided to take a breather from alcohol and hot girls. We'll see.
Peace in your hood.
S.
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