Tong Lok, Parklands

Bookclub ran late for the month of June, and we only got together on 1 July. We met up at Tong Lok in Parklands, our second venture there for some of us, to make the most of their Sushi half price Wednesday special.

To be honest I went there feeling quite miserable and convinced that the whole world is out to get me. On arrival I was asked if I was joining “Kelly table” – I must have looked confused until somebody else clarified, er, Kerry. Ah, Inge aka Pam, yes, that was the one.

I thought that our reputation had preceded us, as I was led to the back of the restaurant away from the other diners into a private room. How exciting, we had a whole room filled with Chinese porcelain treasures all to ourselves. We could do whatever we liked without the customary dirty looks to which we have become accustomed. Turns out our esteemed chair lady organised the room for us on arrival when she realized where we were sitting. Well done Mel!

Our poor waiter spent the next hour trying to urge us to order something to eat other than our liquid refreshments. How are 9 women supposed to make decisions under circumstances like this? As it is Sandy and Jax did not arrive, causing much consternation as we had all arrived with birthday gifts and clothes to donate to the needy. We must have all looked like we were all leaving home.
Eventually we ordered and received our Sushi starters, a new experience for some. At one stage Jo became so excited her nose started running, she was so embarrassed to be trying to blow her nose in front of everyone, and got up to do so quietly in the corner, as you will see by the relating pic of her leaning over the very expensive Ming vase. Hope she enjoyed her Nigiri snot ball!


As so very often happens the conversation steered all over the place, including our loving children and their very honest observations of our ageing process. (I have been seriously contemplating banning all mirrors in our household for some time now, the only deterrent being how to apply mascara without stabbing yourself in the eye.)

Jayni’s son very kindly pointed out that she is beginning to cultivate something resembling a moustache. As it turns out most of us have secretly been waxing for some time now. This of course led to a debate of whether to wax or shave. I won’t go any further because this could become graphic. I will just say that Jo needs to report back on how it works out with the cookie cutter. Charms, how is it going with Fagena?

We discussed Michael Jackson, Joost and Hansie – pretty much coming to the conclusion that where there is smoke, there’s fire.

My foul mood dissipated fast. What with Ke confusing the fish tank with a karaoke machine (no, I have still not figured that one out), Tashie helping me out with the strange looking food on the menu, Jayni’s special beef with lettuce leaf we laughed and laughed, again. I think a book or two were actually mentioned this time too, I’m proud of you girls.

Lastly, the good news is that we have finally planned our weekend away for this year. We are going for an overnight quad biking trip in Grabouw, followed by dinner and some relaxation at the Houw Hoek Inn. I believe that some of the more disgruntled hubbies are worried about our being led astray by errant, muscle-bound tour guides - (we should be so lucky?).

Till next time – love you lots.

BOOK CLUB ON BICYCLES – a Mexican evening

It was a particularly cold and rainy Thursday evening as we all gathered around the fire at Casa Santos. Yes, it was our monthly book club meeting hosted this time by Princess Jo. The theme was Mexican and we sat cross-legged on pillows on the floor at a beautifully decked table groaning under the weight of plates of nachos, burritos, fried chicken and beef strips and all the other goodies that go with a Mexican menu.

We were greeted with Marguerites on arrival and did I mention the warm fire? Sandy had already taken over Jo’s panda bear socks and those slippers, well I don’t think words are adequate – please view photo.

Of course the hot topic was where are we going this year for our end of year trip? Our esteemed chairperson, Mel, is becoming understandably irked by the lack of decision so far. 9 women trying to agree on something? I don’t think so!

There are so many options but it seems none of them have grabbed us. Of course there are also the ever unwilling-to-let-go husbands also putting a spanner in the works. Some of the options were:

Cycling through a wine route. Of course this poses a number of problems, primarily how dangerous can driving a bicycle be while under the influence of the various wine farm treasures we are bound to unearth?

A cruise on a ship larger than the Rhapsody to the Islands. I am not sure where these Islands are, however they apparently require 5 days away, something that we are sure won’t go down well with previously mentioned unwilling husbands. I did suggest cutting the cruise short and Charmaine was happy to jump ship mid-way and row home. Hmmm, I think this one needs further thought.

Kerry aka Pam aka Inge’s suggestion of a 5 day hike was greeted with hoots of laughter, say no more.

A trip to Durban was put aside due to the havoc sure to be caused to Jayni and Tash’s hair by the humidity. Jax suggested stocking caps as these apparently help straighten hair, very sexy.
House-boat in Langebaan – 9 inebriated women in charge of a boat for a weekend. I don’t think so. Just getting certain people’s coffin, I mean suitcase, on board is a whole day’s worth of planning.

Camping – this idea met with Silence, followed by hysterical laughter.
Shopping in Singapore and/or Thailand – wonderful idea. Now if we can only persuade the husbands to go overseas first, they will not have a leg to stand on.

And so it went on. We are still no closer to making any decisions, but that’s OK, when it comes it will be fantastic, I am sure.

Thanks for the love and laughter girlfriends, we are amazing!

Back to Pronkies

I don't know what it is about that place! It's dusty, very rustic, there is not enough hot water or space, but we love it.

We headed out again on Thursday 9 April and by the time the sun went down 17 adults were seated around a roaring fire, surveying the most beautiful sunset and listening to twenty odd kids run riot around Tony and Sula's farm.

Drommie outdid himself this time with his ghost stories about Patricia from Piketberg, with Darren and Gavin scaring the living daylights out of the kids by appearing as Darth Vader at various stages over a couple of nights. Even Darren was scared hiding out in the bushes in the pitch dark waiting to scare the kids, all the time hoping that Patricia was indeed just a story, and not about to tap him on his shoulder.

Thomas and Jason prepared wonderful pooitjies again, food that was woolfed down by the hungry packs.

The girls spent lazy afternoons at the pool drinking Vodka and Cranberry Juice, eating mussels and crackers, we read our books and magazines and laughed like mad.

The little girls got to bake bread, the young boys fished and rode their bikes and the big boys made fire.

Suikerkaskenades had us all in stitches. We had sack races, egg and spoon races and egg throwing competitions.

The Easter egg hunt became a bit stressful at one stage, but things were sorted out and of course the kids were on a sugar high for most of Easter Sunday.

It was a very special, fun and relaxing weekend, and I can't wait to do it again.

Claire

It's a very sad day today. At two 'o clock we are burying Claire, beloved sister of Jayni, Tash and Adie. She died on Sunday morning, the 1st of March in a terrible car accident.

Needless to say all of her friends and family are devastated and trying to make some sense of this tragedy. Claire was going to be 30 in a couple of weeks time, and she leaves behind her beautiful three year old daughter Cammie.

We all remember Claire for her incredibly infectuous laugh, her love for a good party and especially her love for her family. We had some really good times and these are memories that will stay with us forever.

I am so glad that I got to see her one last time on Saturday evening before she went out. It was just the girls and as usual we had a laugh and a really good time.

Rest in peace Claire. xxx

Cows, quad bikes and bunnies

Each year our families get together some time over the Christmas holiday and we go away somewhere. This year we went to Pronkies holiday farm, just past Piketberg up the West Coast.

Needless to say the kids had a ball. The farm is built on wasteland in the middle of nowhere and it suited us down to the ground. We booked out all 7 chalets, ending up with about 20 over-excited, hyperactive kids, not to mention the over-excited, hyperactive parents to go with them.

We were there for 4 very hot days, and were extremely grateful for the little shaded oasis and swimming pool overlooking the beautiful wide open plains and mountain space. The kids got to ride horses, bottle feed a lamb, milk cows, target shoot, ride bikes, fish in the dam (poor fish, they get tossed back each time. I just can't imagine why they are stupid enough to get caught time and again. I assume they are used to it now. I imagine it has become something of a game to them now..hey guys, let's see who can catch this sucker's bait..) anyway, I am getting ahead of myself.

All of these activities meant the adults got lots of time off while the sprogs did their own thing.

The Drummonds arrived in their little red fire engine, with not even enough space to pack one more pair of jeans for Drom, but they did manage to bring Flopsy the Bunny, who had recently been liberated of his home due to a penchant for garden flora. He was placed in a cage with a very aggressive new mommy bunny who chased poor Flopsy until he was utterly terrified. Charmaine decided to try and save him by climbing into the cage (no, not a large cage, a rather small one) and proceeded to chase the already traumatised bunny around while falling flat on her face on a couple of occasions. This of course provided much entertainment for the on-lookers. (See pic.)

We had our usual wonderful all night braais where the wise-chirps flourished amid much laughter. The food was great, especially the potjies prepared by Thomas and Jason on Saturday night. The Suikerkaskenades held on Saturday afternoon were a special treat, especially when Charmaine challenged Darren, who dressed for the occasion. (see pic). BTW, I still don't sleep well since seeing that particular outfit Darren!

What stunning memories guys, they will be cherished always. It looks like we will be returning for the Easter weekend. Somebody should warn the animals!

Old Year's eve 2008

For the first time in a couple of years we all spent old year's eve together. In the past we have had differences of opinion as to where this occasion should be celebrated. This year a buddy of ours invited everyone to his smallholding in Morningside. It was great!

There was a crowd of 80 - 100 people, and we had about 6 fires going. We had a live band (very good), lots of bubbly and we had a jol. We are giving the hubbies and other friends the honorary status of appearing in pics on our blogsite, just this once ... (OK, maybe there will be more). Pics to follow!

Going overboard 2008

We finally did it! We've been planning this boat trip for two years, and this weekend the dream became a reality.

Eight very excited princesses met at the Table Bay Hotel on the morning of Friday 21 November to await boarding time. Wheat free crunchies and designer cappuccinos set the scene for the start of the bookless book club 2008 tour.

Shipmates in attendance were Randy, Inge, Jayni, Spice, Charming (Lionel), Gabbi, Jo (Dory) and Barbie.

Princess Inge had a bad moment when she realized that she had left her ID book at home. (She being the one who organised all of us and was responsible for reminding all of us as to what was required of us, yes, she was the one who forgot!) But her hubby was kind enough to drive all the way back out to Big Bay, in early morning traffic mind you, to fetch it.

The MSC Rhapsody was scheduled to leave the harbour at 13h00, but there was some trouble getting permission to leave apparently. This did not deter the happy travellers. Much to our delight we found that it is so much easier spending money when you don't actually see it leave your hands. Each person is given a card operating in dollars that is eventually taken off against your Rands cash. We quickly found the bar area and a lovely sunny spot on the deck and sat back to watch the entertainment.

Our entertainment director and his crew outdid themselves with dancing, singing and bright sparkly costumes, rivaled only by a group of gay (and I don't mean happy) men. These guys proved to be a constant source of entertainment, as they went out of their way to dress up and make the most of their holiday.

Of course the princesses themselves are extremely talented when it comes to entertainment, with Princess Jo being renamed Dory, due to her constant memory loss. We eventually lost count of the number of times we were accused of losing her keys, cruise card, huge orange bag and heaven knows what else.

We befreinded a lovely young man by the name of Toby (pronounced Tourbee), at which stage Princess Barbie thought he was speaking of a career opportunity ie Tour A and Tour B, prompting much laughter from everyone, while Toby merely sat looking bemused and a little alarmed.

One can't blame him.

We all had to partake in a compulsory emergency drill, where we got to wear our life jackets and were all supposed to congregate in the lounge area to learn how to stay alive should the ship sink. Thank goodness it didn't, because we would all be lying on the bottom of the ocean by now thanks to Inge, who had to have the longest toilet break in history. We missed the whole thing!

Princess Gabi managed to bring her own coffin along on the cruise. The cabins were tiny and as we were sharing 4 to a cabin, the coffin pretty much took up all available space. We seriously considered letting Princess Gorgeous sleep in there, as her bunk bed appeared to be in constant danger of collapsing. Not that anyone had much sleep, much to Princess Randy's disgust.

Her sleeping habits are inconsistant, to say the least. Add to that an anchor chain lodged just outside our porthole, banging against the side of the ship in the wind, three cell phones that either rang or chimed at all times of the night and morning, and cabin mates lurching in to go to bed as the sun rises, and you will have someone who has not slept in 48 hours and is beginning to resemble a murderous ghoul. I quote, "WTF!"

But we made do, famously I might add.

I suppose much of this is the "you had to be there" type of funny, but we found everything hysterical. Shipmate Spice had us all worried when her bag began vibrating whilst we all sat having a quiet (or not so quiet) drink in the lounge, only to discover that her electric toothbrush (took some time to convince us that's what it was) had switched itself on.

Jayni was almost renamed Shipmate Klepto due to her alarming tendency to make off with people's lighters. Rumour has it that she was recently given 14 lighters by a colleague and is still bumming lighters off everyone else. She has no idea where the 14 lighters went to.

There were a few green moments for some of us, but the parties more than made up for that.

Then there was Luigi! How do I explain Luigi adequately.

He was our maitre D for the weekend,

which meant he looked after our tables. The man is Italian and clearly takes his job very seriously. I became quite afraid of him early into the journey. You were made to eat all 46 courses really fast, so that the staff could get in and clean up. You were not allowed to make any changes to the menu either. Just ask Princess Honey aka Captain aka Charming! She had the audacity to request chocolate ice cream with chocolate sauce, when the menu clearly stated (OK, it wasn't that clear) Vanilla ice cream. Luigi turned a strange shade of purple and began ranting alarmingly in Italian. Luckily none of us understands Italian, so the whole thing was quite amusing. I asked him to pose for us shortly after the "misunderstanding", and as you can see he had everything back under control.

Breakfast was a different story altogether.

No-one told us that the dining room closed at nine am. And believe me, not a second later. We began trickling in at about 08h50, only to be shunted from table to table. We were not allowed to use a table that had already been used, and there were no others. There ensued a battle of wills, until an elderly gentlemen took pity on us (or perhaps he just wanted to shut us up) and he found us a table. Mind you there was no cutlery or condiments, and Jany had to fight (quite literally) for a piece of bacon. But we ate! After that we made sure we ate at the upstairs buffet where the staff are a little more friendly.

The weather wasn't great, but we managed to get some sun bathing in, some more than others! Jo, those arms? The parties on the deck both evenings were fabulous. At one stage when the boat resembled the one that swings at a 09 degree angle at Ratanga Junction Randy asked why we can't just turn the boat around so that it doesn't rock as much. She says that there was logic in that, somewhere....

We also watched the Bokke annihilate England in the lounge , enduring Charming's questions like when she was told that the score was 3 all, and she wanted to know who had 3. We all just pretty much shake our heads in wonder. By this stage we had become most annoyed as some husbands had mentioned drugs being pumped through airducts and sexy cabin boys taking advantage of us. This never happened! I am definitely going to write and complain! We had however made contingency plans. The braver ones amongst us had smuggled alcohol in their bags. So there we sat pouring spirits into our cokes under the tables, from our hand bags. Very classy!

There was karaoke, there was Jo throwing her own drink in her face in an attempt to look gorgeous in front of all the party revellers. That one was clearly not well thought out at all.

There was "The Package" - who had Mel gulping and choking on her strawberry daiquiri with fright!

There was Jorge, our sweet waitron who made sure that we were never without drinks. As a token of their appreciation Mel and Inge decided to lock him in the toilets one evening. The poor boy has never been the same since. I hear he is considering a career change.

There was John, following us around like a puppy with a multitude of drinks in his hands. It was amazing to watch as he never spilled once. He said that we were so mysterious and wonderful, and I have to agree.

As Gabbi put it, "YAW, what a flippin awesome time was had...."