Guess who's back? Back again *insert Eminem voice* Okay, so maybe I was just here yesterday but who says I cannot introduce myself like that? :-) So today I feel like writing on relationships. We all have different relationships and that is what makes....... Hahahaha, I cannot believe you fell for that. Anyway, I am not Dr. Phil or Trya (though if you ask me she should be among the last people to give relationship advice) so we shall leave the Agony Aunt hullabaloo to the know-it-alls. On to more serious matters, lets talk about the day I got lost in a foreign town :-D (sounds fancy, huh).
We had gone out the previous day with a bunch of people I happen to call my friends (as I keep saying over and over again, I may need to revise my friends list). Well, as I was saying, when we went out, last I checked I was in Nairobi, the capital city of Kenya, FYI (what? I am sure there are guys who don't know). So we went out and did all the things that most of us cannot do in broad daylight (I am talking about drinking yourself silly, tsk tsk). Come morning, literally everyone was.... Well, how shall I put it? On their level. Everyone was on their level (Taylor Gang), except the driver though after subsequent events, I tend to doubt that. So we left the club in the morning. Okay so maybe I had blacked out in the car a bit earlier (I was tired, that is it). Anyway, when we left I was asleep but even I could tell/feel that we had been driving for a tad too long. I kept waking up but my condition would not allow me to stay awake so I ended up falling asleep again. When the car finally stopped, I woke up only to find myself outside another club (Taidys). This is where my horror began.
I woke up and when I saw that club, I summoned all my strength and prayed so hard that it was it was the Taidys in NAIROBI, not Nakuru (so much for foreign town, tihihihihi). Needless to say I was like 3 hours late for my prayer to work. Keep in mind that this is around 9 o'clock. On a Sunday morning. Asking my frie...... I mean those people I was with how we ended up out of town, the response? "Well, we had ngata (fuel) and no-one really felt like going home". I did not even asked for the Einstein who suggested we come here. Anyway, seeing as we were already there, we decided to make the best of it and have fun. We entered the bar only to find them closing up so we decided to go get 'supplies' and go to my ummm, acquaintance's (I am seriously avoiding the term 'friend') house. We drove to a supermarket and got everything we needed but instead of going, people started.... Well, they started consuming the 'supplies' right there and then. And. This is where it all went wrong for me.
I had to use the lil ladies room badly so I went in to look for them. Seeing as I didn't know exactly where it was, it did take some time to find it (blonde me did not think of asking). The time it took for me to find it, help myself and came back out, was, APPARENTLY, enough for those human beings outside to convince themselves that I was in one of the cars and it was time to leave (I know you want to laugh so just go ahead :-/) So I come back out to find no-one I know. You would think panic settles in, right? Wrong. Okay, so maybe you are right, but I also got paranoid (bet you didn't think of that :p). And the 'best' part? My phone was in the car so I could not call anyone. Good thing I had some money in my bra, I, I mean in my pocket. So (I say SO a lot, don't I?) I decide to look for a bus-stop and take a bus or whatever and make (or ask politely, yea, that) the conductor to drop me at that house (weird enough I remembered the name of that place).
In the meantime, those solid body masses I was with had finally discovered that they had left someone behind and had gone back to look for me (I still cannot get over their perceived genius minds). So by some higher power (that is the only way to describe it), I got to the house only to find no-one. The musketeers on the other side also do not find me so they decide to go back to the house. And I on the other hand, decide to go look for a phone to call one of them (keep in mind I am not quite in my right senses still). This goes on for like 2 hours. At some point I even contemplated going to the police to report myself missing though I do not know exactly how that would have worked or call Child Helpline *shrug*. I finally did the most sensible thing I had done all day. I went int a bar and ordered a drink (soft drink ;-D)
Hahahaha, you are wondering why, right? Well, here is why. Those descendants of Adam and Eve are very Australian at heart (they do love the bottle) so I knew it was only a matter of time before they came in there (there are not many cool clubs those sides). True to form, they came in like half an hour later (though the fact that they also thought they would find me there is a bit disturbing :-x). Anyway, to sum it all up, that was like the scariest three or so hours of my life, I think. Hahahaha, the things we do when young. And what did we do next? Planted our rear sides on those chairs and opened up business for that joint. We never learn.
So (I know, I know) what did I learn from all this? Probably never to fall asleep in the car after a night out lest I find myself in South Africa, next time (shit happens). But more importantly, I learnt that going to the ladies with a sweater is a blessing in disguise (it was cold as hell). But I do love all my friends (yes, I have used it) so much. You give me lots of memories to hold on to and help me know exactly what type of people my kids should avoid ;). As I sign out, booyah!
We had gone out the previous day with a bunch of people I happen to call my friends (as I keep saying over and over again, I may need to revise my friends list). Well, as I was saying, when we went out, last I checked I was in Nairobi, the capital city of Kenya, FYI (what? I am sure there are guys who don't know). So we went out and did all the things that most of us cannot do in broad daylight (I am talking about drinking yourself silly, tsk tsk). Come morning, literally everyone was.... Well, how shall I put it? On their level. Everyone was on their level (Taylor Gang), except the driver though after subsequent events, I tend to doubt that. So we left the club in the morning. Okay so maybe I had blacked out in the car a bit earlier (I was tired, that is it). Anyway, when we left I was asleep but even I could tell/feel that we had been driving for a tad too long. I kept waking up but my condition would not allow me to stay awake so I ended up falling asleep again. When the car finally stopped, I woke up only to find myself outside another club (Taidys). This is where my horror began.
I woke up and when I saw that club, I summoned all my strength and prayed so hard that it was it was the Taidys in NAIROBI, not Nakuru (so much for foreign town, tihihihihi). Needless to say I was like 3 hours late for my prayer to work. Keep in mind that this is around 9 o'clock. On a Sunday morning. Asking my frie...... I mean those people I was with how we ended up out of town, the response? "Well, we had ngata (fuel) and no-one really felt like going home". I did not even asked for the Einstein who suggested we come here. Anyway, seeing as we were already there, we decided to make the best of it and have fun. We entered the bar only to find them closing up so we decided to go get 'supplies' and go to my ummm, acquaintance's (I am seriously avoiding the term 'friend') house. We drove to a supermarket and got everything we needed but instead of going, people started.... Well, they started consuming the 'supplies' right there and then. And. This is where it all went wrong for me.
I had to use the lil ladies room badly so I went in to look for them. Seeing as I didn't know exactly where it was, it did take some time to find it (blonde me did not think of asking). The time it took for me to find it, help myself and came back out, was, APPARENTLY, enough for those human beings outside to convince themselves that I was in one of the cars and it was time to leave (I know you want to laugh so just go ahead :-/) So I come back out to find no-one I know. You would think panic settles in, right? Wrong. Okay, so maybe you are right, but I also got paranoid (bet you didn't think of that :p). And the 'best' part? My phone was in the car so I could not call anyone. Good thing I had some money in my bra, I, I mean in my pocket. So (I say SO a lot, don't I?) I decide to look for a bus-stop and take a bus or whatever and make (or ask politely, yea, that) the conductor to drop me at that house (weird enough I remembered the name of that place).
In the meantime, those solid body masses I was with had finally discovered that they had left someone behind and had gone back to look for me (I still cannot get over their perceived genius minds). So by some higher power (that is the only way to describe it), I got to the house only to find no-one. The musketeers on the other side also do not find me so they decide to go back to the house. And I on the other hand, decide to go look for a phone to call one of them (keep in mind I am not quite in my right senses still). This goes on for like 2 hours. At some point I even contemplated going to the police to report myself missing though I do not know exactly how that would have worked or call Child Helpline *shrug*. I finally did the most sensible thing I had done all day. I went int a bar and ordered a drink (soft drink ;-D)
Hahahaha, you are wondering why, right? Well, here is why. Those descendants of Adam and Eve are very Australian at heart (they do love the bottle) so I knew it was only a matter of time before they came in there (there are not many cool clubs those sides). True to form, they came in like half an hour later (though the fact that they also thought they would find me there is a bit disturbing :-x). Anyway, to sum it all up, that was like the scariest three or so hours of my life, I think. Hahahaha, the things we do when young. And what did we do next? Planted our rear sides on those chairs and opened up business for that joint. We never learn.
So (I know, I know) what did I learn from all this? Probably never to fall asleep in the car after a night out lest I find myself in South Africa, next time (shit happens). But more importantly, I learnt that going to the ladies with a sweater is a blessing in disguise (it was cold as hell). But I do love all my friends (yes, I have used it) so much. You give me lots of memories to hold on to and help me know exactly what type of people my kids should avoid ;). As I sign out, booyah!
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