ascending from hell

so after a week trapped in various permutations of hell, the weekend actually turned out to be pretty awesome. 

i went to a friend, deon maas‘s surprise birthday party.

deon needed a pic for some article, so i grabbed the camera and took this.

here in south africa he is as reviled as american idols’ simon cowell, but i’ve known him as a loyal friend for about 20 years since yeoville in the 80’s. (let me digress for a moment to say that that is still one of the happiest times of my life. living round the corner from rockey street, walking down the block to the deli, fruits and roots, scandalo’s mama’s pizza, elaine’s, popping into various friends’ houses and hanging out for hours. finally buying my own house in the early 90’s – turned out be a disaster, but that’s a story for another time).

partying with the gorgeous lara and amalanka

anyway, pauli, deon’s wife invited a lot of deon’s friends (mostly musicians, writers, actors, media folk) and we all show up early friday night to deon’s great surprise when he arrives. i have the best time i’ve had in way too long (but then the best parties always happen at deon’s house!). i eat spicy oyster shooters, drink WAY too much jaegermeister and have awesome conversations with some people i’ve met before, but really connect with for the first time. there’s live music from a few of the musicians and an awesome time is had by all. i hear afterwards that the last people left at 9a.m.

saturday we go to paputsi’s for breakfast, in the afternoon we watch the disastrous match between south africa and new zealand and in the evening we head over to montecasino for the madame zingara aphrodisia media night.

unfortunately i wake up sunday not feeling much better. we take the dogs to the park for an hour and a half and muzzling chai makes a huge difference. no more dog fights and we get to let him and zee run around and swim in the dam. it’s a real dog morning. when we get home we give them a much needed bath and i end up smelling like wet bitch! later i give my neglected garden some attention and then it’s back to the couch and the olympics. (though every time i watch athletics, it surprises me that sprinters seem to slow down BEFORE they cross the finish line, rather than maintain their speed all the way. i wonder why. and i’m bummed that my running icon from the local track, maria mutola, didn’t medal. she’s still awesome though, her 5th olympics at the age of 35. go maria!) 

anyway, all in all, my butt is still feeling some heat as the flames lick up from hades, but i think i’m going to be ok. it feels like i’m on the way up.

off the top of my head…

the new haircut
so it doesn’t look like i’m going to be spending much time on the track this week. when i’ve not been sniffling and sneezing at the studio, i’ve been home on my back – and no, not in a fun way!
had a late call (for a change) today, so managed to make it to the doctor. and the little piece of plastic otherwise known as a credit card did marvelous acrobatics in and out of my wallet. doctor,  bloodwork, various prescriptions, etc., etc. so though i am anti antibiotics, i am, once again, on them.
at least the doctor is young, funky and cute – the total opposite of the doctor-character i play. her name is dr. d. green and if you live in the linden, northcliff area of johannesburg and need a good gp, dr. d’s your gal (that was an unpaid for plug, b.t.w.). she recommended that i keep a ventilator/inhaler at hand – just in case the exercise induced asthma gets any worse. that’s when i finally recuperate and make it back to my training program! though it looks like i’m going to be stuck on 5k’s for the immediate future!
totally different track, pun intended; anybody catch “californication”? i’m totally hookered, uhm, i mean, hooked. 😉 i’m really liking david duchovny’s anti-hero character (as long as i don’t have to live with him!). the writing’s pretty cool and so are the characters. nothing predictable here – except the endless nudity and sex scenes, which i’m not above enjoying, but might find more appealing if i were a guy. 
have also been getting into “life”. and loving pvr. i love that i get to ffwd through the ads and promos – even though i think south african commercials are some of the best in the world. funny. pithy. apt. but still, once you’ve seen it x dozen times, you’ve seen it x dozen times. 
had 2 funny “coincidences” today. when i was at the doctor getting blood drawn (no mean feat! with my miniscule veins i’d suck at being a junkie!), the cutest little blonde boy came running into the room, and locked eyes with me, only to be whisked off moments later by a woman i presumed to be his gran. it took me a moment before i realized that it was the son of one of the actresses i work with. odd, cause she brought him to work recently and i missed him that day. it was like i’d been given another opportunity to see him. in fact, i’d almost forgotten that i got to spin some fire at his baby shower.

spinning fire wings at stef’s shower

after that, i decided to treat myself to breakfast at my favorite breakfast spot, paputsi’s on 4th street in linden. their menu features the hand-drawn  head of a cat on the front, and it’s butt, with butt-hole, on the back! over breakfast i paged through one of the free mags they usually have out front and there, to my surprise, was an interview with a fracquaintance (a word i just made up – an acquaintance who’s almost a friend) of mine, dave chislett, journalist, pr guy and one of the few other bloggers i know. check him out at 
he warned me that blogging was addictive. though hey, at least one doesn’t need to stick a needle in one’s veins!