The blindingly good night out on Thursday meant most of Friday was spent wandering dazedly around the office not doing much work. Saying goodbye to the other team was heartbreaking - no one to plan more frantic weekends, no one to use the English language as only a non-English speaker can, and no one to do the monkey dance. You guys are already being sorely missed.
So much so that I went to bed on Friday night at 10.30pm, passed out for close to 10hrs, had a two hour manicure-pedicure where I fell asleep again, and now I'm knocking around bored as hell.
This weekend is nothing like the last, when we got off the plane at Cape Town raring to go at about 10.00pm, stalked the streets for for the next five hours, in and out of clubs, and then got up again st 5.30am to go shark diving. 8 hours later, a quick shower then the sunset and wine on the beach, a massive drunken dinner, and more partying til about 3am. The morning passed unnoticed and everyone got rounded up at about 2pm slightly worse for wear while the hotel called around to ask if we would kindly check out already. Another long lunch under grey skies, and back to Jo'burg by 9pm, bed by 10pm.
Oops, off to lunch and Mandela Square!
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