Kings & Monsters

What a mad chaotic week this has been. We still have our visitor ‘J’ so Mr K is spending most days driving him round here there and everywhere. (which reminds me I missed out an item in my good houseguest list – here is item 11 – 'Rent a Car so you are independent')

My son’s partner flew off to work on Tuesday (she works on oil rigs and yes she is a girl :D). My son was going to come down to visit us, but then he heard through the grapevine (i.e. his sisters) that his room was occupied, so he decided not to come. I see him so seldom as he works such long hours and I was rather disappointed, but he came down last night so at least I did get to spend a little bit of time with him, but the room being occupied just added another reason for ‘J’ to annoy me.

We were trying to organize a route plan to and from the Kings of Leon concert which would mean less walking for me and my dodgy hip and not having to wait forever for a bus. We decided to go in via drop and ride shuttle and then have ‘J’ leave the car in Mouille Point and we could walk to it. So J dropped us at the shuttle and off we went. It was efficient and organized, no queues, we walked straight into the stadium, no hassles no missions.

We had to split up on arrival as Trevor and Lily had standing tickets and Cait, MrK & I were seated. We sat munching pizza and watching the opening acts. I enjoyed all of them except the last band, possibly because they were singing in Afrikaans and I hadn’t a clue what they were saying. I really loved the BLack Hotels.

I was amazed at the amount of young girls running around nearly naked. I was in a sweater and a rain jacket and was bloody freezing! They must have been fuelled with booze heat.

A group of women arrived just before the Kings came on, already a bit wobbly on their feet and each had 2 pints which they began to suck down as if they had been stranded in a desert. When I was a teenager a concert was seen as the chance to get absolutely wrecked – not sure why but we thought that way but we did. Now that I am old and wizened (yes I deliberately chose that word rather than wise cause it makes me lol) I realize that you will not remember the concert or enjoy it near as much if you are off your face. Add queuing for the loo constantly and I just don't see the point.

The ladies next to us were busy snogging the face off of each other and just proceeded to get more and more wobbly on their feet, returning every few minutes with piles of pints again and again. Inevitably one of them threw her beer – it went flying up on the ‘yeahhhh’ of ‘Sex on Fire’ and came down to soak the 2 wee girls in front of us who were there with their parents.

Their Mom had seen this (and probably got a bit wet herself) and calmly tried to remove the partially filled cup from the drunk lesbian’s hand, then drunk lesbian grabbed it back, SuperMom told drunk lesbian what had happened and so drunk lesbian stood up and started to pour the remainder of her beer over the girl’s heads. SuperMom was not having any of that and then threw it back in drunk lesbian’s face. Then all of drunk lesbian’s friends started just wandering off. One was so drunk she climbed up over the seats to get out when she was only 3 seats away from the aisle. It took 2 men to pull her up one row so fuck knows how she got all the way out, much less home.

So now we are down to the single militant drunken lesbian who turned to my daughter and kept getting right in her face to ask ‘did I throw beer on those kids’? over and over as only a drunk can do. Cait told her to just sit down and shut up which she did. I wonder if any of them remember the concert or if they even managed to find their way home.

The concert ended and we made our way out. We had not made proper meet up plans for Trev and Lily so were trying to communicate via BBM as the noise was unbearable on a phone.

We kept trying to talk them to where we were but I suspect they had been at the beers and were not capable of following orders, so after standing for 5 hours they then managed to walk all the way down the main road, ending up god knows where. They then told us they were back at the bus – so we told them just to get on it and we’d pick them up in Hout Bay.

We got home by midnight but of course we all piled up on my bed, dissecting the concert and our night so only got to sleep after 1.

Tonight I am getting a mani pedi, then Friday we have to put together our party play list. Saturday morning I am having my hair done, hopefully like this:

And then Saturday is the Halloween party. I am so looking forward to it, let’s hope it is a hit.

Sunday I hope to be functional enough to go on the Zombie Walk in town, but I don't want to be too ambitious. Whatever you are doing, I hope you enjoy your weekend too.