The Anomaly that is life....

Good heavens it's been a week since I've posted. I thought somehow that this would give me more to write about, that I would have had this profound amount of knowledge and wisdom... but alas, no.

It's been an interesting week in many ways... most of it very good.

Last weekend was my good friend Tom's birthday, and, as per usual with most Capricorns, big celebrations were the order of the day. On friday morning Angela and i set off for Gold Reef City to meet up with Tom and his friends (and I invited the boyfriend, more about that in a little bit).
The whole day was incredible, I have not had that much fun in ages! The rides were very good (Jozi express was disappointing though), my paralysing fear of heights did'nt really affect me (for once), and the sunburn I acquired has since gone a lovely olive brown, as my mediterranean heritage dictates :)

The day was made even better by 'S' (ie the new boyfriend), who made me feel comfortable, and happy all day... even when we tried to get on the ferris wheel and have a cage to ourselves... and the stoopid attendant proceeded to shove three lovely little darlings into our car (Grrrr... not only were we deprived of alone time, but I'm sure the parents of the dears would not have approved of their kids being alone with a randy pair of gay boys), I still felt great. The view of Joburg was breathtaking, and 'S' was there to share it. Okay, Angela was pointing and laughing at us cos of the kiddies from the car above, but it was still good.

So yeah.. conclusion: Gold Reef is still a good place to go for the day... providing you have the dosh. Can't wait for the Tower of Terror to reopen though (this was supposed to happen ages ago... tsk tsk)

The next day was part two of the Birthday Celebrations, which was a Tatum Channing party at Tom's house. I (like a fool) thought Tatum Channing had died or something, but it actually turned out that the party was just a tribute to his sexiness and loveliness... the boy is cute though. I must have looked at my Tatum napkin fort the better part of a minute. That's good looking time for a napkin to recieve, trust me.

The rest of the party was great as well. The people were all lovely, the conversation was always flowing and the food was awesome. Angela started biting people at one point, and even proceeded to give Monique a "knee-job"... and "elbow-jobs" were being given away later as well. Well done Tom, lovely party!!!

The other night I went to Doors with 'S'. Gosh what a great date idea!!! Now chickens, before you go on to think that I am completely insane and have me comitted (especially you silly ones too afraid to even try going to the doors) you must realise that 'S' and I are both rock boys. We both love blur and pearl jam, and find shaved heads and piercings sexy (well i do.. hehe). The music was good, at points, be booze is still wonderfully cheap and the people were friendly enough. And for the first time ever I was at the Doors with a boy! (For those of you who dont know gay culture, Doors music is not generally acceptable...)

At first I'll admit I was a little apprehensive about being affectionate in public, especially at a place like The Doors, but 'S' made me feel so comfortable, and proud to actually be there with him. The boy continues to amaze me... (and with my track record and reputation for being as cynical as I am, that's saying something) And another thing, the people there were fine with it. Okay, we were getting some looks, but we were'nt beaten up or anything! Go team! lol

The rest of the week was pretty uneventful. Went to Oh last night with my friends Angelo and Johan, and was again reminded why I don't like it there that much. There are so many people there that are there for the sex... and have this look of desperation in their eyes.
Or even ones that, due to the superficiality of our gay community have such a low self esteem that they arrive there alone, are too afraid to talk to anyone (I talked to one guy who appeard lonely, he ran away in fright), and then they leave. Alone. And it saddens me. Why does it have to be like that? Okay, I know I'm being idealistic... but it's not fair...

Firstly, I hope I never become like that. Ever. Secondly, it gives the place a vibe of being a 'meat-market', which is a shame, because the normal, friendly people there just looking to make nice friends get lost in the crowd of desperation and sadness... and nobody really becomes friends with anyone. Sad sad sad...

On a happier note I spent the day with my good friend Willie, just chilling and watching dvd's. Chickens, dont watch "Confetti" (wedding movie with rave reviews and a cult following in the UK... God, why? My rating 5/10). Also watched Prime again (rating 7/10). Meryl, you are a goddess and deserve another Oscar... I adore you :)

I have also been working with dad... and have had a large amount of time to consider my career and where I'm heading (so far so good), and time to think of other things as well.

Due to it being holiday time I am trying to avoid having too much time on my hands to think too much... you all know what I'm talking about: When we're not as busy so we become overanalytical about everything. About relationships (I'm getting there), about the people I care about (there... yay), finances (let's not go there), and career (on the way there... still a while to go... sigh). What I'm basically trying to say... I can't wait to get back to varsity!!! I hate this time of year actually. I'm itching to be productive again. I'm itching to be complaining about how tired I am and then dying for a holiday again.

Okay... chickens... rambling now... and off to bed... maybe I should be comitted...