After the week I had last week I am so happy my weekend proved to be relatively stress-free!
Friday Mr K had arranged to meet some colleagues at the Hout Bay Harbour Market. As usual it was rammed with people but we managed to get a table outside on the patio so we settled in to listen to the live music and get stuck into the culinary delights. We had a lovely time and didn’t get home terribly late as they were all due at the airport very early to drop the volunteers who were finishing their projects and heading home.
Lily was also working on Saturday morning, and I heard them all trundle off, then I passed back out waking only when the gardener rung the bell. I was so deep asleep it took ages for me to get to the door.
Lily finished work at 12 and when she got home and changed, off we went to China Town. We went to Sake Sushi for their all you can eat special and munched loads of sushi then hit the shops. I managed to get a few more Christmas presents, but the main one I was looking for was a Secret Santa gift for work. I do not know the person whose name I drew at all. This makes it very hard to choose a gift. We are also limited to R100 and there are not a lot of goodies available for that price. So any suggestions by other boy geeks are welcome!
We left there and headed home where we had to jump straight into the shower to get ready for the Stevie Wonder tribute show. Luckily sushi digests quickly so we stopped by Col’Cacchio for pizza before the show and then off we went to the convention centre.
The only reason we attended the show was because one of Mr K’s work contacts asked us to buy some tickets to support his children’s school but I am so glad we went. The main guy did a brilliant Stevie Wonder impersonation, singing most of the favourites. There were 3 women doing back up who also took their turn performing various songs, everything from Aretha’s 'R-E-S-P-E-C-T’ to Beyonce.
The only part I did not enjoy was the comedian who they kept saying was ‘the funniest man in Cape Town’.
He isn’t, especially if you do not speak Afrikaans or are unfamiliar with some of the local slang words. Unfortunately for us, he came on twice. The rest of the audience were roaring with laughter. We just sat there looking confused.
The only other blight on the evening was the annoying fuckwit sitting behind us. He came in and made a show of introducing himself to all of the people on his row. Then he sang in full voice with every single song. I wanted to stab him in his vocal chords but I couldn’t find a pen. I contemplated a quick garroting with the strap on my handbag but felt it might be frowned upon.
When it was intermission he stood up with his back to our row so that his jacket kept brushing over Lily’s head. I kept glaring at him but he was oblivious. He then decided to take off his coat and sit on the back of Lily’s seat. Yes, you heard me right, he actually sat on the back of her seat in the theatre, so that if she turned her face she had a face full of old man ass. I then started to shake with frustration and mutter in a Tourrette Syndrome type way about people being oblivious to other people’s personal space.
Mr K realized I was about to explode cos no one messes with Momma Bear’s cubs so he tapped the guy on his shoulder and said, ‘please get off of her seat.’ He turned around and looked at Lily like she had just been flown in and dropped by a helicopter while he wasn’t looking. I said ‘your arse is in her face!’ and he then got up and shuffled off.
I thought, well in for a penny in for a pound and then started saying loudly I hoped whoever is singing in that loud off key voice would now shut the fuck up so we could hear the actual people we paid to hear. He didn’t let a peep next half. Haha.
In the 2nd half they had an opera singer who did a faultless rendition of ‘Nessun Dorma’ which brought tears to my eyes. But I am a bit of an opera freak and nothing can move me like a beautifully sung aria.
On Sunday we had planned to meet friends for lunch, but some couldn’t attend so it was cancelled.
As it had turned out to be an incredibly hot day I was happy enough to sleep late, then lie by the pool all afternoon. I read and swam and relaxed all day. Mr K even offered to cook for us! Score.
I invited my friend Mandi to dinner as we haven’t seen each other in a month. We sat outside until the sun went down, drinking wine and chatting, until Mr K called us to eat.
He had made a fabulous dinner. There was a fresh colourful salad to start, then ostrich fillet, Potato Lyonnais, asparagus and rocket for mains. For dessert he made bread and butter pudding, but as I hate raisins he used dried fruit and it was so nice! I am such a lucky girl.
I have to say on a score out of ten this weekend was top of the charts!
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