As Saturdays go…

Something woke me up. It was about 8.30am which as far as I’m concerned, is much too early for a non-work day! ๐Ÿ˜› What is that sound? I thought, oh yes my phone was ringing, it was Meryl. “You’re still in bed?!” she said, “Uh huh…” I replied. Yeah I was still on bed!

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We hung up after a short conversation and since I was up (No. Awake, but definitely not up!) I then downloaded and watched a movie on my tablet, in bed (as one does!) I felt like something light and meaningless. Maybe it was a romcom and maybe it wasn’t, I shan’t say.

By the time that was done it was about 11am, a much more appropriate time to arise I thought. And so I did, transferring myself from the comfort zone that was my bed to the equally comfy, though not nearly as laid back chair at my desk. Book time methinks, I said to myself and proceeded to put in a couple of hours of studying. I’ve been in a good groove lately, doing at least a couple of hours almost everyday. I call it my #geekmode. It’s a good place to be in if one has a bunch of material that one needs to get through. Immunity, infection and inflammation is what I’m currently perusing, a mildly interesting but necessary section on my quest to recap all basic medical physiology.

 

#geekmode!

#geekmode!

Living in a place like Port Elizabeth makes it just about unforgivable to spend all day indoors, so in the afternoon I went out for a run, an easy 13km. The weather has been awesome for the last few weeks, getting into summer. The shorts-and-slops are definitely out again, although there is still that incessant PE wind.

Baakens street,  Port Elizabeth Central.

Baakens street, Port Elizabeth Central.

 

 

PE Central.

PE Central.

I run a slightly different route everytime I get out onto the road,ย  but invariably pass through some very disparate bits of the city.

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Beach road,  Humewood.  Just at the waterfront.

Beach road, Humewood. Just at the waterfront.

The tree-lined La Rouche road in Humewood.

The tree-lined La Rouche road in Humewood.

Got back to the flat in town in the late afternoon, did a quick work out, shower and then got back to watching movies ๐Ÿ™‚

Absolute bliss. I didn’t have to be at work, I wasn’t on call, and there wasn’t anything else really pressing. A day as free as this one was (even though it is the weekend) is a rarity in my adult life. When one like it does does come around I embrace it wholeheartedly! ๐Ÿ™‚

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What we won’t do for love

3:04pm… the time I arrived at the Mango airlines check in counter at OR Tambo airport for my 3:35pm flight back to Port Elizabeth on Sunday afternoon. Just in time for the 3:05pm gate closure :-P. It was the end of another short fun weekend in Johannesburg.

 

Some of the stuff that happened that’s worth remembering:

 

The Hangover 4

The look of surprise on my friend Alain’s face when his brother Olivier walked him in through the doors of Metro, a restaurant in Benmore, Sandton on Friday evening was priceless. Alain was due to be married the next day (the main reason I was in Johannesburg this weekend). He was literally speechless for a few moments as he sat down at the table. Seated around the table were Jean-Paul, Alain’s best friend and the organizer of this impromptu batchelor party/dinner, and about four or five other guys and I. Yes I know, a batchelor’s party the night before the wedding… ๐Ÿ˜ฎ There is no end to the list of ways things could go horribly wrong obviously, but this was (necessarily) a very restrained effort, literally just dinner and a drink or two. I know what you’re thinking, there is always that one guy who with the intent of escalating the festivities will say something like “Come on guys it’s his last night as a ‘free’ man, and it’s still early!” And sure enough Arnoud a good friend of Alain, at the end of the night just as we were looking to disperse piped up “Tous ร  รชtre ร  l’รฉglise ร  13h00? Et puis nous avons beaucoup de temps!” Sure he could sleep in a little the next morning! ๐Ÿ˜Œ Thankfully all such notions were quashed. The look of absolute fear on Jean-Paul’s face at the idea of having to deal with the wrath of Henriette, Alain’s betrothed the next day if he were to not show up, arrive late or be hungover on her special day just about said it all. So ‘The Hangover 4’ did not happen. Me on the phone with y best friend Rodney some other time this weekend, “…that’s the kind of chilled, controlled batchelor’s party I want when my time comes.” He laughed, “No, no, no!” And proceeded to inform me that I have no say in how my batchelor’s will go…

Yours truly and the guys gathered for a tame-I mean tea party-I mean bachelor's do :-P

Yours truly and the guys gathered for a tame-I mean tea party-I mean bachelor’s do ๐Ÿ˜›

 

What we won’t do for love…

On Saturday late afternoon I found myself sitting on a bench in Fourways Mall in the north of Johannesburg. Meryl was sitting next to me. She had her legs stretched out over my lap and I was massaging her feet, sore from being in heels for a few hours. Perhaps I’ll just stop there… ๐Ÿ™‚

We were with two friends of mine, George and Peter who had popped into the @home shop for some last minute shopping for a wedding present for Alain and Henriette. We had all driven together from Braamfontein in Johannesburg CBD where we had attended a beautiful, serene wedding ceremony at Holy Trinity Catholic church. The mass was presided over by a Salesian priest speaking in both English and French, appropriate for the mixed crowd of attendants (Congolese and South African).

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The little shopping trip was a quick stop on our way to the Zulu Nyala Country Manor for the wedding reception.

 

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At the reception the MC ran things eloquently in French and every now and then Jean-Paul would grab the microphone and (apparently) translate what she had been saying. The speeches and pleasantries were gotten out of the way within the first hour or so after the newly weds had arrived. Yours truly was entrusted with the toast. No, let me tell the full story: I happened to have called Alain during the week “Monsieur homme mariรฉ!” I said as he answered. We had a little chat and at one point he said “Oh hey by the way we’re gona need you to say a few words on Saturday, or do the toast or something I think, I can’t remember now…” This was Thursday, and the wedding was on Saturday… ๐Ÿ˜Œ!! I put together a little something to say. Nothing like an anecdote from a previous experience between friends when you don’t know what to say, and also to be honest for such occasions there are certain generic words (although true and apt) that won’t fail, no matter how nervous or unprepared the person expressing them feels.

 

Alain and Henriette, husband and wife!

Alain and Henriette, husband and wife!

Once the party got under way the bride and groom outdid everyone on the dance floor. I cannot find suitable words to describe how happy Henriette looked. She had an air of absolute freedom about her as she and her man swayed and stepped the night away on the dance floor.

 

Keepin’ it natural

My girlfriend Meryl describes herself as a natural hair chic (amongst other things). Natural hair… In my apparently erroneous opinion this describes someone that wears their hair out, you know afro-like. But for the entire time that I have known Meryl she has always worn some or other weave or braids in her hair. I give her a hard time about it “So, where’s the afro? you’re were supposed to be all about ‘natural’ hair!” ๐Ÿ˜ Apparently I don’t know what I’m talking about but, I think I tease her enough about it that she decided it was time to give me taste of what I wanted. “No weave this weekend…” she promised. So my girl’s hair was out this weekend, in all it’s glory. Curly wash and go on Saturday, and all in twists on Sunday. It was certainly different to what I’m used to. She always rolls her eyes when I say this but I happen to think Meryl looks good in anything! ๐Ÿ˜ While I think the wise thing is to let her decide what to with her hair, I might try to convince her to try dreadlocks next… ๐Ÿ˜

 

Me and my girl

Me and my girl

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