The interesting things that happened to me yesterday (and this was a particularly happening Thursday):
1. I was propositioned by an old and short Deputy General Manager (you voted that I wasn't insane, just a hot Amazon Warrior Goddess of East German athlete like build. Myself, I think I lack the shoulders for this, but my crazy eye possibly makes up for them). Me and the hubby have been invited to a wine tasting and lecture of some sorts tonight here at the hotel, and expect to see the Deputy GM there. I'm having an awesome good-size-ego day and expect a showdown of epic proportions.
2. I had three spit-free lattes, one rather more suspect cappucino, and so much bonus cake that I didn't feel like having the chocolate on the pillow. This might also have been, because I fear I now associate Jacob Zuma, South Africa's (possibly not spit-free and kind of suspect) new president with chocolate, thanks to Molly. Great. This could get kind of ugly. Must think of vomit and Zuma, rhino droppings and Zuma, nosepickings and Zuma... Chocolate and nose droppings... Dammit!
3. I was given much needed cyber love, the platonic kind (I do the other stuff even more anonymously and not on here), by an awesome American Dane of a Russian persuasion, who is fast becoming a Capetonian by way of replacing her blood with South African Chenin Blanc (that kind of makes us blood [wine?] sisters, huh?). If you are the one in a million who did not find me because she told you to, most definitely check julochka out. She is crazy funny, and super thoughtful. She is also making my retirement (what am I going to retire from I wonder?) plans just a little more palatable for me, as I'm pretty sure that the hubby, who is a proud, and very bearded and otherwise hairy, descendent of vikings will want to return to his beloved homelands at some point. When he gets really old and forgets how to speak anything but his garbled Copenhagen Danish, that is.
4. I got stuck in an elevator. On the ground floor, and for a whole whopping 3 minutes. Lucky for the hotel I had already had my fair share of celebratory wine. Had I not reeeaaaallllly needed to pee I don't think I would have even yelled and pounded on the door quite with the fortitude that I did. There was a mirror in the elevator after all. Incidentally, the button that you always feel like hitting in an elevator (or at least I do), the yellow one with the bell on it - no effect, no sound, no nothing, kind of a bummer.
5. I had heart palpitations from too much bonus cake (I could never blame my trusted friend, caffeine), and much too much wine. A trip to a Zambian emergency room would have wrapped the day up nicely, but, alas, 'twas not to be - I fell asleep instead.
Welcome to my weird brand of Africa all you new readers. The fact that I now have 60 followers (Oh no, someone quit. Down to 59. Sad day.) might just get that heart going again, and you wont have to wait for the post about stethoscope-toting Africans for that much longer.