Okay, so last night was weird! Just weird! It all started off well but got weirder as the evening progressed. Where to start …

Gosh, so much has happened recently let me do a quick catch up here …

Dreamer lost his job on Wednesday, well … when I say lost his job, I mean to say … his fixed term contract came to an end and his employer decided not to renew it. So Dreamer was escorted out of the building and that’s that! Pretty harsh, but the way things work. So we talked it through on Wednesday with him and the consensus is, it’s probably a good thing, he was too comfortable there and not learning much, and this is just the kick he needed to pursue any of his many dreams … he is Dreamer after all and I have absolutely no doubt he will land with his bum in the proverbial butter, as always…

Dreamer’s best mate, B, is getting married this Saturday … this love affair is definitely a case of truth being stranger than fiction. I don’t know if there’s any point telling you the story because you will definitely think I’m making it up … but here’s the summarized version … B met his wife to be about 10 years ago while he was married to his first wife, and a tumultuous love affair ensued, with death threats from parents, etc. Long story short, the affair finally ended and some time after that she went to London, and a few years later B divorced his first wife. SEVEN years pass and she comes to SA for a visit and makes a plan to come and visit him, he picks her up from the airport on the Thursday and drops her off at the airport on the Sunday after proposing and the rest, as they say, is history … call it Kismet, call it Destiny, but they have found each other again and I haven’t seen B this happy in years. It’s good to see a happy ending these days.

Last night Dreamer and I went up to Maritzburg for the Hens/Bulls Dinner, and it was great to see B again (he lives in JHB now so very seldom see him) and do a spot of catching up. We had a great dinner and headed back to Durban…

En route, Dreamer started phoning his usual posse to find out where they were and we ended up joining them at Billys

This is where it all starts going pear shaped …

Naturally, everyone was already on their ear, but helped along by a few Pineapple Expresses (tequila, pineapple and Tabasco!) I soon got into the swing of things… I was offered drugs 3 times in 2 hours! WTF! And some weirdo stalker wannabe kept talking shit to me in funny voices regardless of the fact that I just kept walking away from him! The whole group was actually quite debauched. It reminded me why I don’t often jol with Dreamer and his mates. I truly love the child, platonically of course, but man, him and his mates just turn faulty every time they go out! I end up feeling really old or really out of place and thinking is that me?

Maybe this is why I’m single… ‘cos talking shit in a Borat voice, acting faulty and smoking weed is just not my thing! Pity, ‘cos there was actually quite a nice guy there, but they all put this faulty act on… you speak to them one-on-one and they’re normal and the minute another Posse member joins the circle, they flip this switch and turn into idiots! What the hell?!?!

Then they moan about the chicks they date and not meeting nice girls … DUH!!! The only chicks you’re going to attract with that act are the faulty ones!!! Shaking head!!!

Moral of the story?

Either act faulty and join them, get plastered before you join them, or better yet, don’t join them 🙂

They’re all such great people when the faulty switch is off, I have to wonder who they’re impressing with it on though.

Note to self:

Join them when invited to a braai, don’t join when invited to Billys 🙂