There's a thin line between smart and casual, and it was a line that I managed to miss every single time. I always went either too smart or too casual (and by "too smart", I mean "too casual"). So, one can only imagine the state I was in on that fateful Saturday morning, considering it was the very first 18th of 2012, and it had to be perfect. My mom dropped me off at Fourways Mall at around 10 o'clock and gave me two hours to find something to wear (because, apparently, wearing my Bob Marley harem pants from the flee market was not appropriate). As you can expect, I didn't find anything, and I was in a really bad mood. I was on the edge of despair when my mom called me and told me to come meet her in Sandton City and that I could look for something in Cotton On.
Four hours, a pair of black jeggings, a brown belt, a white tank top, a red and blue plaid shirt, and a pair of hipster glasses later, I was ready to get my groove on.
The reason this post has taken so long is because I was waiting for the pictures to be uploaded onto Facebook. As it turns out, that party wasn't that well documented (which in hindsight, is probably a very, very good thing). But, never fear, here are some of the pictures that I tracked down and stole from a few of my friends' Facebook pages, without permission:
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| ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?! |
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| I'd say the birthday girl is having a good time, wouldn't you? |
That party brought my grade together like I never expected. And just to try and convey to you how kick-ass it was: The party was on a Saturday night. A certain guy was only fit enough (if you know what I mean) to come back to school on Thursday. We thought he died. Okay, not really... but we were starting to.
Stay tuned for the entry regarding Bushy's 18th which is taking place tomorrow.
Here is the basic plan for her celebrations:
- 11am: Meet at her house and go off to town to a little place called Neighbour Goods for some shopping and intoxicating and all-around merriment.
- 5pm: Go back to Bushy's house.
- 7pm: Enjoy a lovely dinner at Design Quarter.
Here is what will actually happen:
- 11am: Meet at her house and go off to town to a little place in Neighbour Goods for some shopping and intoxicating and all-around merriment.
- 8am (Sunday morning): Wake up in Benoni, with nothing but a face tattoo and a monkey.
You think I'm joking.
