Drunk... vary VARY drunk

Well 2 days after the fact and I am finally in condition to write about the party I went to. I met Graham and Danny at the pub at about 22:30, quaffed a quick Vodka and Coke and headed out... to find that the taxi we had booked didn't have time to take us where we needed to go. So instead we climbed into Grahams Audi TT (I got the back... CRAMP!) and drove there... very quickly. Thank God I am not a panicky passenger, because if that had been my Renault that we were driving we would have ended up in a hedge a long time before we got to the farm.

Ah yes, the farm. This party was in a class by itself. Not only was there 4 carcasses cooking over spit braai's (spit roasts for you non South Africans), there were also troughs of beer being chilled, a huge marquee tent complete with dancefloor, and... wait for it... a BOUNCING CASTLE!

Needless to say that I hit the beer quickly and after I had put a few down my throat I was definitely feeling the vibe. So I headed to the dancefloor, where I spent a large chunk of the rest of the evening. I don't know what it was, but I just felt like dancing. I mean I enjoy dancing (even though I probably look a bit like a epileptic Thunder Bird) and I haven't had an opportunity to for absolute ages. Since my holiday back in SA really. So maybe I was just getting that off my chest. Anyways.

I ended up drinking absolute copious amounts of beer... and Grouse swigged straight from the bottle which Grahams insane friend Moggy kept offering me... and eventually passed out in the TT sometime around 4 am, I think. At 9am I was droppped off outside my place, still completely pissed, and promptly started swaggering off down the road in the complete wrong direction from home. Thankfully Graham stopped the car and corrected my drunk ass before I ended up in the wrong area code.

At 14:30 the same day I was back at work. There must have been some divine intervention there because I was, for the most part, hangover-less and in pretty good condition all round. No throbbing headache, no nausea, no scratchy eyeballs. Just an unearthly craving for Coke.

I think the party qualifies as one of the best times I've had here since leaving home about a year ago. It's not quite up there with my day at the Church and Backpackers with Adrian but it aspires to be. It was good to get it off my chest. Just a pity that the rest of my mates from back home couldn't have been there. God knows, Warren would have killed to see the women there.