No Regret Friday’s

Some of you may already know that while not often, I do sometimes on very special occasions crack open a bottle of something fun and get a bit pickled with mates.  Mostly, I forget how to open my szhips (drunk speak for zips) or trip over my own feet or climb into bed with Jon and poke him incessantly all the while giggling like a moron until he wakes up, glares at me and huffs to the other end of the bed.

Sometimes I tend to make drunken phone calls to Cath, because of all my friends she is the one person who speaks Drunk Sheena better than I do.  Probably because most of the drunken moments I’ve had in life were with her.  And I wasn’t even the one who dug in a bin looking for a nonvegetarian sausage (long story for another time).  Not withstanding the night we discovered our self-professed ability to channel Suetjie into our very own Shath, I’m a messy drunk.

And even when I’m not drunk, I’m an even messier driver.  So I never, ever, combine the two.  And you shouldn’t either.  Therefore, I am in full support of SAB’s “No Regret Friday” campaign, which allows you to show your support and encourage your friends to be responsible with their drinking. You can get involved in a number of ways:

1. Tweet about it and using the hash tag #noregretfriday
2. Log onto http://www.noregretfriday.co.za to see personal accounts by people who have been affected by drunk driving (not pretty)
3. Tell your mates about it. Friends don’t let friends drive drunk. I personally have a spare room made up always for friends who shouldn’t be driving home drunk.

But all is not lost!  If you’re one of those stubborn okes who refuses to give up your own bed (even if it’s just to get home and find out you’re sleeping on the couch for being drunk anyway), let me introduce you to Goodfellas.  Goodfellas will pick you up and drive your car home when you’ve had a few too many, as well as assisting you by listening to your drunken attempt at singing Alanis Morrisette (I’m looking at you, Cath), and then comfort your Loser Complex when the buzz wears off.

One friend of mine swears he convinced his Goodfella fella to stop off at MaccyDee’s on the way home for his munchies.  Win!

Sign up for Goodfellas now & make a pledge here for No Regret Friday.

PS: You should see the random photo frame package dropped off at my office from SAB reminding me why being a messy drunk should really only happen infrequently.

Have good friends.

One thing my mom always taught me is that your reputation precedes you.  No matter how far you run, it’ll follow and until you rectify it, it’ll never go away.  Another thing she always says is “Never sit on the fence!”.  This weekend I found out that someone close to me has betrayed me.  I can’t say I’m really surprised, because all the signs have been showing up for a while, but I can’t say I’m not hurt either.

I’m so grateful that I have good friends who support me and are loyal no matter what.  Without a second thought my friend stood up for me without knowing all of the facts, but she stood up for me regardless.  Yes, I was betrayed, but more importantly I was backed up by this friend, and that’s what matters to me most.

So in the spirit of never sitting on the fence, and defending my reputation, I’d like to just say that I’m glad I have good friends.

PS: Anglug wedding was awesome.  Separate blog post pending.

Memories, Beautiful Memories

Our boys won. I cried big fat juicy tears as I sang the anthem with my parents for the last time. I say last time, because they leave for Oz on Friday. I am gutted about it. I will miss them so much and am grateful that I have had the last two months with them staying with me.

After our victorius win, I dragged the birthday girl (I was at a bday party) and all the remaining few people to a club, where I became disco diva on the dancefloor and mingled with people who had green and yellow painted faces and rugby shirts on. A call for the fashion police was in definate need, but alas they never arrived.

At four am on Sunday morning I was standing on one leg in my bathroom on my scale. It is never a good idea to weigh yourself whilst drunk. Somehow I added an extra digit onto my weight result and became weepy.

I locked myself in the bathroom, and couldn’t find the key, also.

My doggy has worms. I thought they were noodles stuck to her bum. Nasty. She is being fed medicine as I type. Eet is DeesGOSTING!

WELL DONE GREEN AND GOLD BEAUTIES! You hairy, sweaty, manly men! Sigh. I love rugby. Although, I am glad that the RWC is over so that normal TV viewing hours and social lives may be resumed. I can also now have my TV remote back.

And apparently I snore. What-evar.