Here’s a quick, honest breakdown of what happens when you invite people to a party you’re throwing according to racial and geographic breakdown and of course, personal experience.
If you’re in Joburg and you invite 20 white friends to a party, 13 actually show up. Conversely, if you invite 7 black friends, about 15 – 20 show up of which, somehow, you only know 3.
In Cape Town, it doesn’t matter if they’re black, white, Indian, Chinese or Austro-Hungarian, you invite 20 people to a party, 2 show up and they’re three hours late.
By those standards, the housewarming we threw on Friday night was a roaring success. Here’s a couple pics of the insanity that went down.
After that point, all kinds of shit went down, so let’s just leave it at that shall we? My mom reads this blog.
It was a killer, killer party and went on until some ungodly hour at which point people started dropping like flies, but not before we got this pic of the Slain Barbarian.
And now it’s Monday and life continues from where it left off, in my cubicle somewhere, meek and mild.
And people will ask me how my weekend was and what the hell will I tell them?
“Fine and yours?”
Stay tuned for part 2 at Sidewalk Cafe the day after, where we had beer for breakfast, tequila for dessert and dug our heels in for a good five hours of Bloody Marys.