Monday, June 8, 2009

You're Gunna F*cking Love It!

So, last night like 25 or so of Moses' friends came over to the hostel already fairly intoxicated, and Tabz (I have no idea how to spell his name, but it sounds like Tabs) was screaming about how we're going to this club called Caprice and we're "GUNNA F*CKING LOVE IT." To say the least, he is my new favorite person. ever. So, we walked down the street to a couple of bars and after Tabz bought us all drinks, we crammed nine of us in to Lindizweh's (also have no idea how to spell that) tiny compact car, and drove 20 minutes to Camp's Bay (this GORGEOUS beach that is very reminiscent of L.A.). So, we get out of the car at Caprice and Tabz informs us that we need to walk in front to show that they were with us because they usually don't allow blacks into the bar. While I was a little shocked at that, it all made sense the second I walked in. This bar was probably the closest thing to a Hollywood/Beverly Hills club you can get outside of going to California. It was a ton of older (mid 30s) white, clearly really wealthy people, who continue to dress like they're in college (designer jeans, shirts that are way too low for your implanted breasts, etc.). Caprice was nice, very "posh," and we got this guy to buy all 9 of us shots, twice. But, it really wasn't that great. I think it would have been better if I was looking to make friends with other really rich white people, but seeing as that's not exactly why I came to Africa, it's not currently on the top of my to-do list. Anyways, we came home, made some frozen pizza's, reveled in how drunk Tabz was, and continued to question who this random Dutch guy was who somehow showed up in our Hostel with all of Moses' friends, and then decided to hop into our already overflowing car and join us at Caprice. So, we woke up this morning and are currently procrastinating doing our reading for our class in three hours. If I were a good student I would stop blogging, but instead I'm enjoying the fact that I am the current title holder for going out the most out of everyone in our house.

Yes, I am very proud.

Jason

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