Getting my bearings back

My saturday was thankfully a lot more chilled out. Which is exactly what I needed cause I had just come off of two straight days of partying and tequila drinking. My body was in turmoil and I had to really take it easy or risk a serious burnout. Since it was a (kinda)warm day in the city of Johannesburg we decided that a little braai kinda situation was in order.

*Side Note* I've actually realised that this is the one unifying factor in which all SAfrican are the same. Namely white and black people. We both like to braai meat, drink beer and watch sport. I wouldnt know if it is the same across the world but I'd bet you that on any given Satur/Sunday you could go to the hood or eKasi and find someone doing the same thing in the 'burbs ...just a thought

Anyway the congregation gathered at the household and the festivities began

Clockwise from bottom left: The Roy, Sneed, Young Loy, Pi, Bobby Digital, Cakes, Ogeezy and Laz's shoe.

All the fellas got together before anything and watched the World Cup game between England and Paraguay. **YAWN**. What a boring game. England act all hardcore but they dont bring any rawkus on the field. Suckers. That game had nothing on the Ivory Coast vs Argentina game. Even thought they lost they still did us proud. Moving along and...
...getting the shit in order.
So Nan an Relo decided to make some coktaily kinda things. I think they're called Mohita's or something like that. I'd give 'em a:
5 for effort(granted the blender wasnt around but using a wooden spoon? Tsk tsk tsk);
2 for appearanace(cmon, a beer mug?);
10 for taste(besides all that, that shit was blazing!)
Loy gettin his Mohito on.
So I was fucking around with the camera when Cakes was on the phone and I asked him to pose. And this is what he came up with. Damn dawg. Want some wine with that cheese?
The Roy had to take care of the little one so he came thru sans Little Z, his partner in crime. This kid is gona murder the girls when he gets older.
And check out the Lacoste kicks. Damn, little man has doper sneaks than me.
Kindred. I think Pi’s telling one of his crazy ass stories. Seriously you'd think this cat lives in a movie or some shit. He always has something worthy of a best-seller book to tell you. I would tell you one of the story but then I'd have to kill ya.
Bobby Digital handling the bizness. And sneaking in a piece of the lamb chops. Sly bastard.
Never being a fan of mooshyness but this kid is so cute. Seriously, could you say no to this face?
With the bellies full what better than to get you chilled the fuck out? Some of that oooh-wee.
Don’t ask me what was happening here. I have no idea. I think it’s the Helium balloons we had in the crib that I got. Cant say much about that. Pretty self-explanatory. Tear; Inhale; Speak In High Squeaky Voice; Hysteria Follows.
Big brother and little brother.
Straight kickin it. Chillin out maxin' and relaxing.
Me and Nan.

After a bit of a nap we went thru to the club to see what was goins on in the streets. Sadly there wasn’t much. For a Saturday night nog'al. I couldn’t believe it. Anyway that didn’t stop Ms. DSL & Casual T getting down on the floor and burning some rug...

...and a bit of booty smacking.

Quote of the evening: "Hey bra, tell her boobs to quit staring at my eyes." HAHAHA!

The place being so empty pretty much meant a lot of wall-flowering. Cause you know how it goes. One guy decides to sit, then another then another. The Domino affect.

Ever had someone scare the shit out of you when you taking a piss? The fucker. I almost pissed all over myself. I'm still gona get him back tho...