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be like me kids… drink Stormhoek

Today is the last day of July, hence the last day I can blog about anything birthday related. Which is why I’m dragging myself out of brain-implant / transplant recovery to write about the last bottle of Stormhoek Limited Edition 2004 Guava Pinotage I got from Chris for my birthday. (Luckily I can now ‘Blog Just By Thinking thanks to new brain. rad.) I’m not a drinker (as some of you may have gathered), but reigun and 5starRich will bear witness to my having a quarter-glass of this stuff over the course of the birthday month. It’s also made my guests super happy, who normally have to choose between 5 roses tea / water / Coke Light. Plus it looks totally hot in my kitchen. So I’m thinking I’ll get some more of this stuff and keep my cabinet full. Thanks Chris :)

The good stuff.

The good stuff.

PS. Did you know Stormhoek is MASSIVE overseas? Yep. Last time I was in LA it’s the only wine I saw ppl drinking. PPS. Blog BFF Seth is in LA at the moment. Check out his adventures here.

what does this photo say about me?

Photo thanks to @5starRich (click)

a) I am ‘wild at heart’, even though I scorn drinkers

b) I love Cheetahs

c) I have a vicious personal brand (via my mom’s old hip-hop dancing costume)

d) I am both fierce and vulnerable (by way of cheetah face and bunny ears and deer-in-deadlight face)

e) I am affiliated with Green organisations such as WWF and therefore a conscious individual

f) I Am Awesome ( would only be authentic if it had a we-are-awesome watermark on it tho)

g) I don’t fuck around when I tweet that I’m wearing a top with a giant cheetah’s face on it to my birthday dinner

h) Even though I work in advertising I am still connected to nature via inferrence

i) Infurrance is a more appropriate word

j) Fur is in again

k) Obama’s campaign will win the Grand Prix at this year’s Loeries so don’t even bother getting your hopes up

l) I am listening for the banana phone

m) everyone needs a bosom for a pillow

n) mine’s on the 45

snaps from the birthday

Had a delightful dinner at the Bombay Bicycle Club, a restaurant at the top of Kloof Street which is the latest offering from the Madame Zingara guys (their Springbok Shank comes highly recommended, as does their Malva Pudding). I got 3 cookbooks as gifts – clearly my friends sense a need on my behalf (thanks Emily, Andrew, Maddy, Tatum, Shaun and Jody), 1 gorgeous retro glass vase (thank you Jo and Mark), an awesome framed LIFE poster from WW2 that I love from Rei, a scarf from Sarah, a totally rad card, sparkler, chocolates and tub of body butter from Rich and Kath, a case of Stormhoek Reserve Pinotage from Chris, a Moleskine from Jenny and Paige, and R1 000 000 in vouchers from Canal Walk. I still have R250 000 worth of vouchers left from xmas.  Tough life. Going to have to work hard at spending them.

Jodys trademark grin.

Jody's trademark grin.

Shaun and Tatum

Shaun and Tatum

Lauren and some mildly hysterical-looking chick

Lauren and some mildly hysterical-looking chick

Captain Jennifer and Nige

Captain Jennifer and Nige

Andrew and Maddy

Andrew and Maddy

Emily and Andrew

Emily and Andrew

The poster Rei had framed and set behind glass for me

The poster Rei had framed and set behind glass for me

Thanks for coming, tribal council. Til next year.

day before birthday terror

So this is it y’ulle. Tomorrow I’ll be 26, and I’ll have failed at one of my life’s key ambitions – to be inducted into the Creative Circle Hall of Fame before the age of 26. Which makes me feel a bit like this horse:

Ya know?

Ya know?

Was wondering how I should deal with this massive failure. I’ve never actually failed to accomplish any of my goals before. This is a new feeling for me. I know I have to ‘process the feelings’, but I’ve never processed feelings before either. Just usually suppress them with drugs / overeating / sex with strangers / getting a new job. But who will hire me now that I’m a total and utter piece of shit failure?

Just binged* ‘coping with failure’ and it says I shouldn’t blame other people for my failure. But I feel like someone has to take the rap. I blame MJ. I faked my death before he did, but then he ‘died’ the next day and took all the glory. You can even follow the posts chronologically if you don’t believe me. Screw you MJ, all the way in Australia, or wherever you are.

Celebrities get away with anything.

I died first you f*cker.

It also says I should write down ‘what I have learned from my failure’. Guess I have learned that I should have slept with more ppl in the Creative Circle. Guess I should have ‘tried harder’ at being the agency bicycle. Should have given more blowjobs on the pretence of ‘taking work in for review’. Should have called myself ‘the number 1 creative in South Africa’ before Paul Warner did. Probably should have worn more heels. Ah well, no time for regrets. F my life. I better get some nice presents.

Just another idea Michael stole.

Just another idea Michael stole.

*Bing is the new google, laggards.

weekly roundup: getting lost in the mountains and my gran turns 95.

busy busy busy. work work work. adjusting to new routine. trying to maintain semblance of home normality by doing things like buying milk when it’s my turn. failing sometimes. succeeding at others. but i have been doing more than just work. this weekend, rei, lucy, paddy and i went hiking up in Jonkershoek in Stellenbosch to go and chill by the waterfalls there. we never reached the waterfall, because we got completely lost, but it was really fun even though hiking makes me grumpy and whine like a brat about my legs getting scratched.

Lucy with breadstick. Intrepid. Ready.

Lucy with breadstick. Intrepid. Ready.

Paddy with breadstick. Scared. Alone.

Paddy with breadstick. Scared. Alone.

These signs should have told us we were going the wrong way. But we didnt have a map.

These signs should have told us we were going the wrong way. But we didn't have a map.

Bootiful nature, spreading its legs before us.

Bootiful nature, spreading its legs before us.

Naturestach. Makes nature think im tough. Like a fern.

Naturestach. Makes nature think i'm tough. Like a fern.

Rei is freshfaced, though we have hiked for days.

Rei is freshfaced, though we have hiked for days.

Part of our lunch which included french load, aubergine dip, camembert cheese, chevin, orange humus, apples, cherry coke and lindt 70% dark. A feast. Repeat after me.

Part of our lunch which included french loaf, aubergine dip, camembert cheese, chevin, orange humus, apples, cherry coke and lindt 70% dark. A feast. Repeat after me.

Jonkershoek is really beautiful. We have plans to go back some time soon. The weather was also perfect this past weekend (although it’s now fucking with us. the wind is so bad it tossed a log across de waal drive and impaled Rei’s right headlight – can you believe it? wtf? plus, i just heard from him it was not a log, but 2 logs nailed to one another like a cross. creepy). Anyhow, last week my gran turned 95.

My gran in her room. Shes totally chilled. At 95, you would be.

My gran in her room. She's totally chilled. At 95, you would be.

95 is old man. that makes her 70 years older than me, exactly. which is almost as freaky as the giant crucifix flying in the middle of the road, except in a very different way. my aunt and uncle came down form joburg and together with my mom and my other aunt and uncle we went to her retirement home for a party. my mom organised some boys to sing frank sinatra songs and other classics from the 30s – 50s eras (my gran has lived through a lot of billboard number ones) and we ate sandwiches and cake and drank tea and it was thoroughly pleasant. my gran had a grand old time.

Me and my gran, Yvonne Campbell. 70 years between us. seventy, yulle.

Me and my gran, Yvonne Campbell. 70 years between us. seventy, y'ulle.

This nurse kindly danced with this lady. It made the other ladies skinner. Apparently she always asks him to dance and has a bit of a crush on him. He does look like Snoop Dogg. Cant blame an old lady for digging the doggy vibes.

This nurse kindly danced with this lady. It made the other ladies skinner. Apparently she always asks him to dance and has a bit of a crush on him. He does look like Snoop Dogg. Can't blame an old lady for digging the doggy vibes.

This dude here did the singing for the afternoon. His pal is on the piano. They got all the old folks singing and clapping. It was almost a full-on singalong when he sang The Way You Look Tonight.

This dude here did the singing for the afternoon. His pal is on the piano. They got all the old folks singing and clapping. It was almost a full-on singalong when he sang The Way You Look Tonight.

My mom, totally getting into the vibe.

My mom, totally getting into the vibe.

My gran again, chilled as ever.

My gran again, chilled as ever.

Where the old ladies get their hair did.

Where the old ladies get their hair did.

Me with the family in the background. One of those deep shots that makes me deal with who i am while being confronted with where i come from.

Me with the family in the background. One of those deep shots that makes me deal with who i am while being confronted with where i come from.

Happy birthday granny! xxxxxxx


awesomeness of the day: 1up cupcakes

made by my friend renee for her boyfriend’s birthday. super cool.

…and we’re back!

wow. it’s been a while. a whole month in fact.

i would have got my act together sooner but both firefox and safari have not been able to log me in on my new machine. safari just flat out crashes. so i’ve turned to Opera. what a relief to be able to browse the net properly again.

i had an amazing holiday. spent a lot of time getting fit. got some decent running shoes. upped my running time. just generally spent time in my body, which doesn’t sound that great but if you work in an office from 9-5, especially in the ad industry, you’ll probably agree that it’s a luxury just to be physical and do a little sweating.

i’m really enjoying my new job so far. it helps that i know the people i’m working with already, so it’s not completely new. it hasn’t been too busy either, so i’ve been able to ease back into things.

today is also my 25th birthday. a whole quarter century. like a quarter pounder, except way better. in fact a quarter pounder does not compare. this morning while half asleep i had a dream that ‘the planets were aligning’, which i took as a good sign. i also woke up to tea in bed and a gorgeous Adidas Originals Grey Satin Hoodie – a gift from my special boyfriend. another great gift i’ve received would be Pleasures of the Damned, an anthology of the poetry of Charles Bukowski. So far so good.

i’ll upload some photos from my break a bit later.