If you are, in fact, abusing alcohol, you probably won’t be able to read this.
Indiana Jones and the airport
I really like flying.
No, seriously, air travel and everything about it (yes, that includes the airport) is fckn SCHWEET!
It takes me back to when I was a youngling, and had to be accompanied by an adult: The whole airport/flying thing is a HUGE adventure! (for me at least)
It's a boarding pass
The huge digital signs, showing you what goes where and when; the beer & smokes in the bar as you wait to board; the non-working, “free” wi-fi hotspots…
Aside from the tech improvements, the only thing that’s changed, is that I now get to do the whole thing UNSUPERVISED!!!
(I think I just jizzed in my pants…)
So yes, I’ve been sent to Durban for two days (work shit), and am going at it alone. Aside from all the aforementioned excitement, there is a downside to this little “adventure…”
This will be the longest that my unbelievable wife and I will be apart since we’ve been married.
FML.
(All you long-timers out there, just let up; we’ve only been married for about six AWESOME months…)
But now that the bad has been aknowledged, let the adventure continue!
On a side note: I also enjoy the sense of accomplishment you have once you’ve figured out the intricasies of an airport, and you actually emerge where you need to be ON TIME!
Catch all of yez on the flipside!
An unforgettable weekend
Over the past weekend, I had the privilege of hanging out with my sister and her boyfriend. Both whom are quite talented individuals and an added bonus is that they are both also great people to spend time with!
A weekend where I saw Facebook only once, and that was only to make sure that my crops in FarmVille weren’t dying. The television only got switched on late on Sunday afternoon, and this was only to catch up with the soaps we’ve missed during last week. (which was a rather FUBAR one…)
And the music.
For those of you tuning in for the first time, music is a big deal for me. So aside from listening to good music, and chatting about good music, my wife and I were also treated to an impromptu private show, which was not only technically flawless (in my opinion) but probably one of the most special things I have experienced in my life.
To wrap it all up; yes, this is kind of a “gloat” post, but it could also be a reminder to all of us caught up in the daily rat race to just switch off over the weekends and have a great time, preferably with great people.
And yes, this post is dedicated to both my sister and the BF.
To both of you: Thank you for an amazing weekend – one we’ll never forget, and one we’ll be sure to repeat!
Till next time.
ROCKUT
image by sofamonkez
Unspoken rules: The audiobook
Both Ref (my awesome and smokin’ hotT wife) and I are both still smokers (and secretly we feel like rebels, living on the edge kinda shit…) with aspirations to try and quit.
Soon.
And AGAIN.
Smoke
Anyhoo, she made a comment about the lighter (we were sharing MINE – she had forgotten hers in the car – I digress) that got me thinking.
Ever find when in company, that there are these “certain-ways-to-do certain things” that everyone just gets?
And no-one in the book of your life ever mentioned it, right?!
Like the lighter thing:
Apparently, it’s good manners to light a lady’s lighter first, ok?
I say, if it’s my lighter, I get to start the race first, grooves? If it’s yours, fuckit, by all and any means, go first.
I really don’t mind.
And If you’re in charge of the remote, you should switch to mute, or turn the volume down when m-net’s master volume controller decides do do a kitchen run over the ad break…
Rendering your ears ornamental only.
Ooh, what about the mid-show phone call?
Look, if it’s defcon 4 and above, I completely get it, but if not, and I tell you that I’m in the middle of something, don’t take offence. Your life should be able to function for at least 30 minutes without me.
If it helps, think of it as your test of independence, so say thank you and hang up.
I suppose it’s all relative, but for the most part, I manage to skim the basics.
I can’t help myself, it’s what I do.
Now go and play with the other kids and their silly rules if you must. I’m finally getting a bit of rest this weekend.
Rock on.
