It was my birthday yesterday. Largely uneventful because I was horribly hung over. Really. I could barely sit upright. Saturday was Julia’s birthday & we went there for a night of severe drunkenness & dancing. The weekend had already got underway on a high note because Friday was out wedding anniversary (11 years) & I made Heidi a 3-course meal & we drank a lot of wine & watched the Bulls (not really deservedly) beat the Cheetahs 30-18 in the Super 14.
Saturday morning we went to a costume place in Centurion to get wigs & then we didn’t have breakfast at Kaene. We ordered breakfast & we waited a long time for breakfast, but before breakfast could be served I told the manager I was tired of waiting, I didn’t intend to eat breakfast any more, & I wasn’t going to pay for the coffee & hot chocolate either. Not a good start to my day, actually.
In the afternoon I did a tiny amount of studying. I also watched bits of the Waratahs (surprisingly narrowly) beating the Reds 16-12.
After that Heidi took me to buy my birthday present. A digital camcorder. Very extravagant. I protested. She bought it anyway.
Afterwards I watched Liverpool beat Wigan 1-0, off a great striker’s goal by Samy Hyypia 🙂 Amazingly, no Liverpool striker has scored a Premiership goal yet in 2006.
This was followed by the first half of the Cats losing to the Stormers at Ellis Park (23-12 was the final score). I didn’t see the whole game because we were getting ready for Julia.
Their new house is in Lynnwood, beautiful old Cape Dutch house. Party went okay until I started getting horribly drunk & everyone ended up in the kitchen reminiscing about high school. Fuck. That really sucks! Then Heidi basically tore my character to pieces in the car on the way home (at around 2 or 3 in the morning).
Next day, yesterday, was the aftermath. Indeed today I still feel ill.
Anyway, spent the day reading, watching Mr & Mrs Smith, which is a complete turd, really. Really fucking awful, brainless, insulting junk. Shit script, dire editing, vapid direction & phoned-in performances. A genuinely cynical exploitation flick.
Last night Heidi & I were both asleep by 20h30. I had horrible dreams filled with architectural disasters & wild animals, & I woke up at 02h00 & stayed that way till 3. Heidi woke me again at 04h15 because she had to go to the airport, then again at 5 after she’d left, because she wasn’t sure if she’d closed the garage door. And now it’s about 20 to 7.
Oh, one other amazing sports result: Chelsea went down 3-0 to Boro in the league. 3-0! To Boro!