My very Festive Season!

This passed holiday was completely different than last year, because in just one year my life changed completely! New car, new house, new friends, a boyfriend and an almost whole new career path! The night before Christmas we hosted a dinner party at our house and invited friends whose families don't celebrate Christmas. We just wanted to make it special for those close to our hearts! Everyone had to bring their speciality. A dish that only they can rock. So, needless to say, we had the weirdest menu, but what a feast it was! Somehow my 'party bag' was brought out and everyone chose props to wear. My 'party bag' is filled with everything from 80's pink tights, to Playboy bunny gear, to Mardi Gras masks and even soccer gear. See? Not your traditional Christmas!

A few days after Christmas, I went to Hermanus for some much needed sun, sand and sea! We spent our days drinking cocktails, eating seafood, long walks on the beach, partying, sleeping in and loads of shopping! I was so relaxed, that I completely forgot about taking pictures.

I also got myself the cutest little bunny! The newest addition to the family, Kim. Of course I did not name her after Kim Kardashian. Pff.

We were planning on having an intimate lil' party at my boyfriend's house for New Years, but one drunken night I invited so many friends to join in too and they actually came. Twenty of them! After the massive New Year's party, which took us about two days to recover from, the boyfriend and I continued with the road trip. Next stop, Struisbaai.

After two days of hectic wind, we decided to go back to Hermanus. And I'm glad we did! Beach by day and party by night.

Grotto Beach

Cubana

Onrus beach

Spotted hot twins on the beach!

Retail therapy

It was so hot in Hermanus, even too hot to be at the beach, that we bought a blow-up pool. We were desperate to cool off! In the smallest corner of the garden, we found some shade! What started out to be just chilling-in-the-pool-with-drinks, turned into a pose-off which then resulted in some wrestling.

The next day we hit the road again. Destination: Wellington.

Caught up with my sister and more friends in Wellington for a party.

The following morning my sister and I headed back home for a very scary appointment with a needle! Her and I, and two other girls, all got piercings. A very impulsive decision, but we weren't going to let a teensy hangover stand in our way.

After the weekend I had to return to work. The first few days were great, but once I got into the swing of things, it felt as if I never left.

J

Cape Town Beer Festival

Saturday morning we felt a little fragile after Friday night's Sailor party, but we had to take our two winners of our Beer Fest competition to the festival. We started off with a decent, oily, made-for-hangovers breakfast, then we hit the road to the Hamilton's Rugby Stadium in Green Point. It was a bit windy, but we didn't let that stand in our way of a good party. We got there, tasted some foreign beers, stuffed our faces with pretzels and fries from Hudson's Burger (yes, a 'mobile' version of the one in Kloof Street) and even drank huge Black Label beers. I don't even drink beer, but it was actually not that bad. In fact, I might just drink it more often. There were other drinks to choose from, but I always say, 'when in Rome, do as the Romans'. We walked around at the festival and soaked up as much of it as we could, because we couldn't stay too long. Places to be, you know.

Overall the festival was fun. There were a lot of people! We missed out on the live bands, but we were in time for the rugby. We discovered this little smoking section with couches and a Foosball table, so we decided to make that our spot for the day.

Later that evening we decided that we were going to skip the Sasha Martinengo gig at China White, because we were somehow convinced to go to Wellington instead for a foam party. I just felt like doing something else for a change and a foam party was something I last did as a teen. I've never experienced a foam party quite like the one in Watergat. The foam was pouring from two machines, which were mounted to the roof, and the whole place was covered in foam. I was completely drenched! The whole place looked like one big swimming pool. I definitely want to do it again, but next time, I'll be beter prepared. I wish I had photos of this party, but we couldn't risk taking a camera in there. Or anything valuable for that matter. Oh, next time, I'm going in a bikini. Who wouldn't thought that foam can ruin your clothes the way mine was ruined! But what the heck, it was totally worth all the fun and laughter we got in return.

So glad the hectic weekend is over. Now to prep for the next weekend. The madness just never stops.

Jemma
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This Weekend I...

... visited friends in Wellington and partied in Stellenbosch. It's nice to get away from the bright lights of the City and surround myself with a different scenery. Two things I did this weekend - and those who know me will probably laugh - which were completely out of my comfort zone, and simply because I'm one fussy chick, were staying on a farm and going to a 'lang-arm' place. What's so odd about this? Well, I love these two things as much as I love public bathrooms and camping in a tent. It's just not how I roll. The whole 'farm thing' was, erm, bearable, because I love animals, but who would've thought that chickens and cows can be so noisy. And then I'm not even going to elaborate on the smells, flies, muddy pot holes and hayfever. Yes, I'm a 'typical girl from the City'. Thank you for that one.

After the torture at this 'lang-arm' place, I was relieved when we could go dancing in Stellenbosch Saturday evening. It was nice to dance to 'real' music again and mingle with fashion-forward people. I even bumped into friends and made new ones.

It's almost impossible to just get a nice picture-perfect normal picture with the boyfriend.

Then we took to the stage for some serious dancing and that's where we stayed for the remainder of the night. The DJ was awesome!

This weekend made me realise, yet again, that it doesn't matter where you are in the world, but if you're with a fun crowd and great people, you'll have fun. No matter what. Yes, even on a farm.

Aargh, counting down the days till Friday. Man, I sometimes feel like I'm living for weekends only. Ooh and pay days.

J
(Images: writer's own)