Hooray for holidays!
0 Comments Published by Oh Wayward One on 16 February 2010 at 2/16/2010 12:19:00 pm.
Well I am back from the Cape.... sunburned, full, and sick. But was it SOOO worth it!!
First of all the 4 flights and 1 and a half days of travel were relatively painless, and other than just the sheer waste of time that it is to have to GET where you're GOING, not bad at all! The youngling was an angel baby the whole way. She charmed all the flight attendants with her smiles and high-fives, as well as her non-stop signlanguaging "please". We've created a monster there - please, please, please, please.... please, please, please, please.... all day long it's please, please, please... she's exploiting it now I think. Must come up with new strategy. But the main thing is that there was no screaming or crying on the plane, which is what had built up into my greatest fear over the last couple weeks. That's right, it used to be ME on board that plane having to gag myself from shouting out "HEY LADY, ARE YOU GONNA SHUT THAT KID UP OR AM I GONNA HAVE TO DO IT FOR YA!?!?!?" Anyway now I have total peace of mind for our big upcoming Australia trip and then the USA after that. Whew. I was especially worried that screwing her schedule up would lead to terror and strife, but promptly at 10:30am and 3pm regardless of where we were, she hit the sack for at least an hour either on our laps (on the plane) or in the sling (standing around the airport). Halle-freakin-luja!
The night we arrived it was pretty late, but since it stays light so long that far south, we still had time to walk down to the Waterfront and grab some delicious fishy stuff from the fish monger which we took back to our room and ate the hell out of. It was so great to be there, watch the sunset, see the seals flopping around in the water, hear the street musicians etc etc etc. Classic CT experience. Then the hotel - oh man - don't even get me started.... decadent threadcount sheets, dark-as-hell curtains that make you think it's midnight when it's really 8am.... gorgeous flat screen TV... room service.... THE SHOWER FROM HEAVEN... even if we had just stayed in that room for 3 days straight, I would've found nirvana.
The next day we slept in, ordered breakfast in bed, and then orchestrated a meet-up with Uncle A.... WHO, I might add, is in fantastic form these days - a far cry from his display at xmas. I think it has to do with being in lurrrv. His gf is a CT girl and so they were down there for the weekend. So while she was at a babyshower or something, us 3 and Lady JuJu took in another afternoon of sipping wine on the waterfront at a greek fisherman restaurant - and that's where I got burnt. Whoopsiedaisies.
When the GF was done with her social engagement she met us at the Belgain beer bar but we were all crispy fried toasted by that time (I"m talking about the sun, not the alcohol) so we opted for going back to our hotel, since it was just right there, and enjoyed a fan-freakin-tastic bottle of Pecan Stream Chenin Blanc, and let LJJ (it's about time I settled on a usable an acronym here) take a nap. This is now probably my ultimate wine of choice, officially. The GF is really nice - I really really like her. I really hope Uncle A doesn't make a ballsup of this one because I could totally hang out with her. And I think they could be quite suitable for one another. Also, she wasn't what I was picturing at all - which was far more of a dainty bimbo - but I'm not sure why, because I really knew very little about her. I guess it was just going by what I know he finds attractive in a pair of boobies...er, I mean a girl.
That night The Mr., LJJ & I took a walkabout in the highly child-unfriendly maniac-psycho clubbing district (we hadn't been there since like the year 2000 when we were but young party animals so we were interested in seeing if it was still the same) until we had had our fill of being harrassed by drunks and it was time for the wee one to go nightynights. While we could've easily sold her for a respectable price (kidding!!!), it was time to come back to the hotel to eat more room service (which was actually some of the best food we had all weekend, amazingly enough), wine, and watch movies. Caught "Number 23" with Jim Carrey, which I really liked, and I can't remember what else.
OH I might also add that while we were both extremely good this whole weekend, going to the hotel gym EACH DAY, the sheer amount of food we consumed resulted in me putting on 1kg which means I'm going to have to punish myself this week. Which will be hard because I also injured my ankle. WTF! Screwed!!
So sunday was V-day, so we organized the babysitter and made a booking at the cape malay place that The Mr. had been so dying to eat at, for dinner. But before that we met up with Uncle A. & the GF for brunch on the square and enjoyed a bottle of bubbly, said goodbye, came back and took a nap, and then relaxed some more before dinner. Which was fantastic! But sad all the same because it would be our last meal there before leaving the next day. :-(
So that's about it. It was great. We love CT - actually The Mr. was even throwing the idea around of doing a few years of consulting there before we eventually pack up and leave the dark continent someday. I would totally do it if the job was right. But then again so would everyone else. Everyone wants to live in CT. It's kinda like Missouri like that. HAHA!
I just wish I wasn't sick now. I cant hear, can't breathe, cant hardly see - my head is just FULL of pressure and even my ears haven't quite accepted the altitude yet. Hella annoying. But let's not dwell on that - it was all worth it!!!
First of all the 4 flights and 1 and a half days of travel were relatively painless, and other than just the sheer waste of time that it is to have to GET where you're GOING, not bad at all! The youngling was an angel baby the whole way. She charmed all the flight attendants with her smiles and high-fives, as well as her non-stop signlanguaging "please". We've created a monster there - please, please, please, please.... please, please, please, please.... all day long it's please, please, please... she's exploiting it now I think. Must come up with new strategy. But the main thing is that there was no screaming or crying on the plane, which is what had built up into my greatest fear over the last couple weeks. That's right, it used to be ME on board that plane having to gag myself from shouting out "HEY LADY, ARE YOU GONNA SHUT THAT KID UP OR AM I GONNA HAVE TO DO IT FOR YA!?!?!?" Anyway now I have total peace of mind for our big upcoming Australia trip and then the USA after that. Whew. I was especially worried that screwing her schedule up would lead to terror and strife, but promptly at 10:30am and 3pm regardless of where we were, she hit the sack for at least an hour either on our laps (on the plane) or in the sling (standing around the airport). Halle-freakin-luja!
The night we arrived it was pretty late, but since it stays light so long that far south, we still had time to walk down to the Waterfront and grab some delicious fishy stuff from the fish monger which we took back to our room and ate the hell out of. It was so great to be there, watch the sunset, see the seals flopping around in the water, hear the street musicians etc etc etc. Classic CT experience. Then the hotel - oh man - don't even get me started.... decadent threadcount sheets, dark-as-hell curtains that make you think it's midnight when it's really 8am.... gorgeous flat screen TV... room service.... THE SHOWER FROM HEAVEN... even if we had just stayed in that room for 3 days straight, I would've found nirvana.
The next day we slept in, ordered breakfast in bed, and then orchestrated a meet-up with Uncle A.... WHO, I might add, is in fantastic form these days - a far cry from his display at xmas. I think it has to do with being in lurrrv. His gf is a CT girl and so they were down there for the weekend. So while she was at a babyshower or something, us 3 and Lady JuJu took in another afternoon of sipping wine on the waterfront at a greek fisherman restaurant - and that's where I got burnt. Whoopsiedaisies.
When the GF was done with her social engagement she met us at the Belgain beer bar but we were all crispy fried toasted by that time (I"m talking about the sun, not the alcohol) so we opted for going back to our hotel, since it was just right there, and enjoyed a fan-freakin-tastic bottle of Pecan Stream Chenin Blanc, and let LJJ (it's about time I settled on a usable an acronym here) take a nap. This is now probably my ultimate wine of choice, officially. The GF is really nice - I really really like her. I really hope Uncle A doesn't make a ballsup of this one because I could totally hang out with her. And I think they could be quite suitable for one another. Also, she wasn't what I was picturing at all - which was far more of a dainty bimbo - but I'm not sure why, because I really knew very little about her. I guess it was just going by what I know he finds attractive in a pair of boobies...er, I mean a girl.
That night The Mr., LJJ & I took a walkabout in the highly child-unfriendly maniac-psycho clubbing district (we hadn't been there since like the year 2000 when we were but young party animals so we were interested in seeing if it was still the same) until we had had our fill of being harrassed by drunks and it was time for the wee one to go nightynights. While we could've easily sold her for a respectable price (kidding!!!), it was time to come back to the hotel to eat more room service (which was actually some of the best food we had all weekend, amazingly enough), wine, and watch movies. Caught "Number 23" with Jim Carrey, which I really liked, and I can't remember what else.
OH I might also add that while we were both extremely good this whole weekend, going to the hotel gym EACH DAY, the sheer amount of food we consumed resulted in me putting on 1kg which means I'm going to have to punish myself this week. Which will be hard because I also injured my ankle. WTF! Screwed!!
So sunday was V-day, so we organized the babysitter and made a booking at the cape malay place that The Mr. had been so dying to eat at, for dinner. But before that we met up with Uncle A. & the GF for brunch on the square and enjoyed a bottle of bubbly, said goodbye, came back and took a nap, and then relaxed some more before dinner. Which was fantastic! But sad all the same because it would be our last meal there before leaving the next day. :-(
So that's about it. It was great. We love CT - actually The Mr. was even throwing the idea around of doing a few years of consulting there before we eventually pack up and leave the dark continent someday. I would totally do it if the job was right. But then again so would everyone else. Everyone wants to live in CT. It's kinda like Missouri like that. HAHA!
I just wish I wasn't sick now. I cant hear, can't breathe, cant hardly see - my head is just FULL of pressure and even my ears haven't quite accepted the altitude yet. Hella annoying. But let's not dwell on that - it was all worth it!!!
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