What a Weekend

So, as I've been harping on: My deadline for "The Devil's Food" is tomorrow. And just guess how much of it was done.

This weekend started with the iota of a plan: let's go for a drink. Just one.

So, off ES and I went on our little adventure and, lo and behold, turns out both of us were actually still quite thirsty. Turns out a week's worth of bullshit can dry your mouth out.

Saturday morning was spent waiting for the kind souls from Glasfit to bring me my windscreen. They arrived promptly at the time they said they would - which our hangovers said was about ten hours too early. And, in proudly SA style, they brought the wrong one.

The. Wrong. One. This after they insisted I give them my VIN number so they can check with the dealership which one (of the two possible) is in my vehicle. Unfortunately, the cure is yet to be found.

Luckily, this gave ES and I some sorrows we had to drown.

Sunday was spent in Hazmat suits, wielding flamethrowers at dustbunnies that had mutated into something that fought back every once in a while. Chloe - our three-legged wonder - was so delighted to witness the glorious restoration of her domicilium, she took herself a shit - one worthy of a Rottweiler (and I always spell that wrong), right between my bass guitar and my acoustic. I was delighted! It reminded me of an easter egg hunt - with clues to the location and more! Oh, I got joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart.

Crown it all with this second gem of brilliance: let's wash our duvet.

No problem. Sounded good, and I could finally turn the mattress.

Washed, and smelling as fragrant as the Namaqualand daisies wafting in on a crisp, coastal wind, my buddy Murphy thrust his middle finger heavenward, and turned to ES and me, a maniacal twinkle in his eye. And laughed.

How the hell do we dry it? At night?

Answer: you don't. you sleep under the duvet slip, huddle up close and let hypothermia numb the ache in your extremities.

But, one thing's for sure, we really met some amazing people over the last couple of days. Guys, you know who you are and here's to hoping we see more of you.

And now - no points for guessing how much was done on "The Devil's Food". It rhymes with Duck Ball, only it's a little ruder.

But we had so much fun (despite the sarcasm above: sometimes it's actually pretty cool just getting down and dirty *LOL* {that's how it's done on these sort of forums, right?}) that I think I'll brutally kill those characters off some other time, for another tome.

On the note of tomes - still no word from Ian Hunter at RAW, which may or may not, be a good thing. The blessing is tonight's the night all responses are being sent out - so, who knows?

I took some gorgeous pics of ES over the weekend - she looks like an angel that fell down from Heaven (and if I use one more cliche here, perhaps I should sign up for an hour or two of Chinese water torture) - that I'll post here as soon as I've figure out how to get Windows Mobile to communicate with any other platform, let alone Mac.

But don't - do not - hold your breath.

I might just decide to hold those back jealously.