Crowd raak groter vir karioke

Friday night started off slow with just a couple of us in the bar.  Lots of “groupie” conversations – Tallies & I had our own, discussing all the different “groupies”.

Dit was die tannies regs van ons – main topic was rook en pregnancy.  Links van ons die “Grondpad” gang & Nic oor voorplanting van twee-been spesies.  In die hoekie was dit die Groen paddatjie gang & Pa – seker weer oor die stand van die land se property markets.

Jagermeester het natuurlik koning gekraai so in die stilligheid – daar is oor en weer stadig maar seker vir almal gekoop – tot tannie Margi het twee weggeslaan!

Ek het die laaste rondte bestel 11:55 & teen 12:00 het ons almal die bar verlaat met die soet smaak van Jagermeister still lingering on our tongue’s.

I made a quick departure after sucking down my stoep drink but apparently some people had verbal diarrhoea & continued until 1 on the stoep.  According to a little birdie in Kanallestappie plot 11 got back out of bed to join the minority having a “stapkap” outside her house.  I think it must have been one for every grass leave on the way home as Tallies only got home at 3.

Saturday’s AGM for  the Caravaners was poorly attended & the meeting went flawless!  After a lekka breakfast sponsored by the committee, everyone accept SB (super bitch) went home. She ordered a comfortable chair & stayed in the hall until 11 Saturday evening.  Attempting to leave once to fetch chicken for the bring & braai but did not make it.  We all clapped hands the first time she got up – at least we then knew that she was using the toilets.

At 4 on Saturday the hall officially opened for the days Rugby schedule.  People streamed in to support their teams – Persoonlik dink ek dat hulle gekom het vir die aircons want buite het die son seker gemaak hy byt as hy jou alleenig kry.  Billy het ons verseker dat sy motor se temp gage op 51 gaan stop het.

Die man wat die kitaar snare slaan!

Die Bring & Braai het baie lekker gewerk – ja dit sal seker net in SA gebeur wat dit 51 buite is en ons steek braai vleis vure aan.  We supplied rolls & salad – the fire’s going & the big screen doing its best to show every kick of the rugby ball for the supporters on the floor.

This is definitely the one game where I saw that the men did not even move if the ladies & kids get hungry – more than one woman were seen doing the braai and feeding husbands & kids.

At least they could relax in the coolness of the hall afterwards & with the bar service being so excellent not one person was standing empty handed.

After the Stormers game half the people stayed behind & with a little bit of WMP het ons sommige gaste se litte laat los raak.  So tussendeur al die danspassies het die Jagersappies omtrent geloop. “Sucking face” (soos Mandy dit noem) was ook aan die orde van die dag.  We now don’t have a “Lovers Lane”, we have a Lovers Corner in the Oesaf bar.

Winky made triple sure that her crowd did not get left behind with the bar service & played the ever so faithful waitress. Yazbeck Rasbek het vir ons die “bar counter crawl” gedoen want die engelsman kon net nie die Leeuloop regkry nie. He unfortunately lost his bet with his group as he could not do the full counter crawl because of the “Face sucking” on Lovers Corner!

Ek dink iemand het Rooikappie se horlosie aangedraai want sy het 3 uur ingestorm om toe te maak – ek is seker dit was toe eers 1:47!  In elke geval dit was na 12 & ons het vinnig geskarrel om toe te maak.  Het nog probeer om Tallies te oorreed om ‘n lekker kamp vuur te maak maar die man se ouderdom het hom ingehaal en hy’t my toe ook uitgesit & huis toe gestuur.

Sunday morning felt like a week day – as I walked to work the camp was dead.  The Meister of the Jager must have claimed a lot of bodies – not even a soul on the river.

Stadig maar seker het almal uit hul gate gekruip om die dag te geniet.   Sommige se gate was egter baie, baie diep want ek’t gehoor die een kind in die winkel het kom vertel – “Mommy & Daddy is sick today”!

Middagete was stil & rustig behalwe vir die een spook wat ons kom besoek het.  Sy moes dadelik ‘n Hamburger & Chips kry met ‘n Black Label (blykbaar goed vir babelaas) om dit af te was.  Wel die bier het vinnig afgegaan gevolg deur ‘n Iron Brew maar ons het toe maar die Hamburger ingepak want Omo se whitener is nie ‘n patch op hoe Jagermeester jou verwit nie!

Na ete het ons dadelik begin om die cocktails gereed te kry vir die My Lady One Man Band event! Ek & Lize is omtrent gejaag om ons gatte in rat te kry – ou Grysbaard was baie haastig want die eerste mense het al aan die bar counter gehang.

Dit was ook toe so – ons kon amper nie ons transport kry tot by die boot nie.  Vinnig afgelaai & toe vloei die cocktails teen ‘n koel tempo in die glase in.

The Potjie Kos Queen disappeared after a couple of our cocktails – still don’t know whether anyone in that group had the “Promised Potjie”?!

Wait - I'm 51 not 62!

Our birthday boytjie for the weekend was Warren Mellville – he turned a cool 62 – oeps 51!  The request for the birthday cake obviously went through a couple of channels too many as we got the wrong number for the cake.

By 9 My Lady was quiet & we called it an evening – not that it ended there, with Lize giggling way too much we had to make sure some people got home safe before we could put our tired bodies to bed.

Today well, lots of people movement – some going home some is still ski-ing as if the weekend just started.

Ek eindig met hierdie oulike sms ontvang van een van my pelle: “Nee, net Fridge sand. One does frog Sat Ocean in Herman us vie ‘n cricket spell en Sonate her EU Gawie. Dis Col by die week Mar EU seen hit ma die Nasser by die dam. En age jets way plastic warfare EU most be plan vie die Nasser way Mom? Last west my. Leger day”

Sodra enigeen verstaan wat sy hiermee bedoel – laat weet my asb.  Ek sukkel maar bietjie met die nuwe SMS language wat die mense deesdae gebruik.

Groetnis van ‘n warm Misverstand

Caren