I fell off the wagon, hard!

You haven't seen a blog from me this past weekend because I was too busy stuffing my gob with shit that's not healthy, including two nights worth of beer and tequila.

Friday and Saturday night I had those two gigs, and what stonking awesome rockers of a show they both were! But I'll come to that shortly...

Firstly, my health update: the bad stuff started Friday morning with cake and stuff at our weekly office tea, as you may know had you bothered to read my previous entry. Then Friday evening was Liezel's work function. Unfortunately (or fortunately, however you choose to see it) I had to miss dinner at the function because the queue for the food was so ridiculously long by the time I managed to get to it that I couldn't wait long enough to get a meal. Their fucken prize giving took so long! Anyway, I was quite gutted because the food looked and smelled fantastic, although admittedly I would have pigged out on a monstrous plate of food, given the opportunity. Lucky for me I did manage to have a WHITE BREAD roll with full fat LIVER SPREAD as a snack at the table earlier, which was divine.

I managed to plunge 3 beers and a glass of red wine down my gullet before I had to head off to my gig, where I managed to force down another couple of beers and 2 vodka & red bulls. After the gig I went back to the function, managed to scavenge another last glass of that fantastic wine they had in copious volume, at which point my wife decided she wants to go dancing in Edward street. We ended up at China White, which is a shit-hole at the best of times, a students meat market of note! By the time we got in there most of the kids were already comically shitfaced and very brave, the mix of testosterone and oestrogen wafting through the place like an invisible storm, and the DJ pumping out the worst commercial tunes he could find. Of course I was grumpy because the red bulls I had earlier had worn off during a half hour of serious drumming workout, this old man just wanted to close eyes and sleep! Anyway I obliged the wife and let her have her dance for a while before we headed off all the way back to Parklands!

Saturday was an up and out early day, much to my tired old body's delight. We went out to Durbanville to feed my mothers cat and fix her computer. We also popped in to see Ouma, my grandmother. We haven't seen her in about 2 months and my conscience was nagging me a tad to make an appearance. We stuck around there for a good 2 hours and caught up on the family gossip and other news. Shame, the old biddy really appreciates our visits, seldom as they are. It doesn't sound like too many other family members ever visit her and I don't think she has too many friends left who are still breathing. She always seems to be in the shit with at least half the family, who just outright avoid contact with her. I know she's a shit stirrer and as stubborn as the next one, but I do feel sorry for the old girl, she's quite lonely, and about to hit 80. She doesn't seem to think she'll be around for much longer, which I say is bullshit - she'll probably outlive most of us! I also understand her reluctance to drive around too much anymore, which really is a victory for road safety because she is a fucken hazard behind the wheel! I promised to take her out for the day sometime soon for a picnic or something.

We had cake. With icing!

Saturday night was another gig, and a late one again featuring a few more carbo packed beers and tequilas which made no effort in pasting themselves around my waistline. Not to mention creamy cheese crisps somewhere along the way.

Not surprisingly Sunday I slept late, all the way to 11.30! I can't explain in words how wonderful that was! Thanks to my wife for allowing it!

We then headed off to the new Makro at Montague Gardens for one of the worst experiences of my life! I absolutely hated the place, it was packed to bursting point with an insane volume of people, half of whom had big screen TV's in their trolleys! It was unbelievable! I'm sure when the crowds have died down it will be a nice place to shop, they have some good specials, but I'll wait for that. The fact that Tammy was throwing her classic tantrums just aggravated my mood. It was a truly kak experience, and an expensive one!

I heard that place did a turnover of R39 million on it's first day!

In the afternoon I went off and had a much more leisurely grocery shopping trip to Pick & Pay, alone, for our weekly supply of healthy foods based on the menu I set up for the week.

Last night I cooked up a very delicious chicken curry with brown rice. Big pot of food, delicious and nutritious, I packed a big tub of it in the freezer for another day. I won't bore you with the recipe detail, except it had all good stuff; loads of vegetables, no oil, I skinned the chicken, and used fat-free yogurt instead of cream. Worst ingredient was a few potatoes.

Between Friday and this morning I only went down 0.2kg, not surprisingly. To be honest I expected it to be higher, though strangely on Saturday I was down to 96kg (from 97 on Friday) and Sunday it was 95.3kg. Probably because of hangover dehydration. This morning I was back up to 96.8kg.

Crap, check the time! I need to get back to work! I'll do another blog later about the gigs, with pictures and video. If you read this far - thanks! Appreciated! If you didn't - I hope you trip over the pavement and land with your face in a fresh pile of dog shit (just because I know you'll never know I said this!)!