I climbed a Koppi and drank so much I became one of "Those People" and it was terrifying, exhilarating, mystifying, and absolutely amazing and I got to do it with some of my favourite people in the whole wide world...this is the story...
I left my delectably delightful dogs (all the while they watched me with big, strange, scared eyes that screamed "mommy please dont leave us"), my pink haven of flushing toilets and toilet paper, and the luxury of cleanliness on a beautiful Saturday morning heading to who knows where, to who knows what, to masses of alcohol (that Chris and I managed to get through on the first day), to do unspeakable things...except in a blog...and on Facebook...and to anyone I might meet...ok, so I am anything but discreet but let's not share that with anyone else shall we? With sleep in my eyes and pillow (still) in hand we met Kat and Mike in Brits to embark on the first of (what would later become) many comedy of errors. After polite introductions for Chris and much cuddling (between Mike and Chris), Mike finally found his voice to very meekly point out, whilst Kat was bragging about their over cautious packing that included freshly baked bran muffins, that they had, in fact, forgotten their bedding at home. A quick (30 minute, R300) shop at the local Mr. Price Home had us back on the road with duvets in tow.
I spent the next couple of hours merrily pestering Chris with wonderful renditions of the classic's including "are we there yet", "how much further", "I am hungry", and my all-time favourite "Mommy I need to pee-pee". Once that got boring, Kat (who loves me unconditionally no matter what I do - it is her nuturing "I bake bran muffins" nature) got to enjoy them all over again...via sms...
On arrival I found myself chuffed as a lion in lamb chops to have my armband secured and the most awesomest camping site ever in the whole history of long drops and thorn bushes. Whilst the others (rather irritated for some reason I couldn't fathom) set about constructing tents and no-the-pole-goes-through-this-hole-ing, I snapped up my self-establishing-two-man'er and cracked a beer with Chris...possibly a bad idea in hindsight, but it seemed appropriate - especially with the other two watching me with menace in their eyes and "I am gonna kill that whiney brat with a beer" feelings in their hearts...what fun :-)
From there things get a little blurry, but I do vaguely remember Mrs. I-am-so-super-organised-and-wonderfully-domesticated bran muffin baker having forgotten the essential vegetarian substitutes at home - never fear when Nicole (the unorganised, go-where-the-wind-blows, find-out-when-we-get-there) is near because I brought enough for all us protein deprived individuals, a whole bunch of too much alcohol, fabulous bands, bumping into crazy people, much koppi crawling, a pinch of falling down, loads of screaming (at everyone including each other), one particularly hair raising walk home (complete with wind up torches and some not so lady-like behaviour...on Mike's part of course), and a crying girl in a thorn tree ('cause partridges and pears are only for Christmas time).Crying girl: "Jy-huuuuun, Jy-huuuuun, pee-pee"
Kat: "Fuck off and walk the other way"
bwahahahahahahaahahhahhah - too funny!!
So to sum up, apart from some drunken-disorderly people, a throw-up or two, a pair of very nice beasts, a couple in a 69 position, a sadly lost girl, lots of fighting, and very bad toilet manners the weekend was absolutely extrodinary...and that was just us...
