This might seem very sad (or very sweet) but I cannot seem to remember* ever kissing anyone except Adam on New Year’s Eve. And since the last #BryanAdamsChallenge entry was a soppy tribute to our love, I will ignore the “one you kissed” part of this blog topic and focus more on the “New Year’s Eve” part - sharing some of my most memorable nights (or at least parts thereof). *If you cannot remember it, it didn’t happen.
This weekend we got our Cape Town Bucket List underway with a trip up the West Coast, stopping to take in the views of Silverstroom Beach, Ganzekraal and Grotto Bay, before indulging in a healthy serving of fresh farm bread (“plaasbrood”) and homemade preserves at the Vygevallei Padstal. We made one final stop in Darling to behold Pieter-Dirk Uys’ “Evita se Peron” with all it’s apartheid memorabilia and tongue-in-cheek political cometary before reaching our destination – the Atlantis Dunes, where we would tick off #8 Atlantis Sand Boarding.
Increasingly I find myself being told that I have become a “Facebook Power User” or that I always seem to discover new and interesting websites. It is no secret that I spend a fair amount of time online and that I LOVE Mashable. But I recognise that many of my friends have corporate jobs – the type where Facebook is blocked. So as a public service I have decided to dedicate some time in my blog to sharing some of the interesting websites I have come across. First up, and appropriately relevant to my current blog quest (#CapeTownBucketList) - Bucketlist.org.
My Cape Town Bucket List - Isn’t it just so typical of our generation to need the impending fear of death to motivate us to do the things we really want to do. I generally find the idea of naming this – a “to-do” list with a 4-month time frame - a bucket list, quite revolting. And yet completely satisfying. Plus everyone else is doing it – so why should I feel bad? Cape Town Bucket List – fuck yeah!!!
With the prospect of moving to London at the end of the year, I saw it fit to make a list of all those typical Cape Town activities I have never done (or at least never documented on social media – which is kind of the same thing). Of course I am also completely open to exploring some less-typical Cape Town activities – so if you can think of any, please feel free to comment below.
Cape Town Bucket List
1. Have a picnic on Signal Hill while watching the sun set.
2. Hang out with the penguins at Boulders Beach.
3. Go to a summer concert in Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens.
4. Pub crawl along Long Street (ending at the Dubliner, of course).
5. Dominate the karaoke stage at Dizzy’s for one last time (I can’t sing – i.e. I never did).
6. Spend a sunny Saturday touring Stellenbosch wine farms.
7. Hike up Lions Head in time to see the sun rise.
8. Go sand boarding for the first time on the 50m Atlantis dunes - Completed 7 September 2013
9. Take part in a “Moonlight Mass” nighttime group cycle around town.
10. Hop on and off a Hop-On, Hop-Off bus all around Cape Town.
11. Take the train to Kalk Bay and soak up the drunken vibes at the Brass Bell.
12. Take the cable car up Table Mountain on a low cloud day and view the clouds from above.
13. Play with the horses on Noordhoek Beach.
14. Expose the nudists on Sandy Bay Beach.
15. Down chilled champagne on Clifton 4th Beach.
16. Reflect on SA’s beginnings with a visit to the Castle of Good Hope.
17. Reflect on SA’s recent past with a visit to Robben Island and the District 6 Museum.
18. Take a stroll through the Company Gardens past Parliament and along to Bo Kaap.
19. Get the postcard photo of Table Mountain as taken from Tableview.
20. Ride a lion at Rhode’s Memorial in honour of Cecil John.
21. Use the Noon Gun as an inappropriate prop.
Extreme (/Optional) Items
22. Ride an ostrich at the Cape Point Ostrich Farm.
(alternatively, just go to Cape Point and face off with a baboon).
23. Swim in the predator tank at the Two Oceans Aquarium.
(alternatively, just go to the Aquarium and pet a starfish).
24. Tandem paraglide off Lion’s Head.
(ideally land on Sea Point Promenade like a boss).
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I spent the day at the SA Wedding Show at the CTICC yesterday. Don’t panic!!! You didn’t miss the “we are engaged” post to Facebook. I attended the show escorted by my engineer-turned-photographer boyfriend in order to collect intelligence on the other wedding photographers.
It felt a bit like an episode of Whose Line is it Anyway? with the two of us improvising our fake engagement as we went along.
“Have you guys set a date yet,” the friendly photographer asked a seemingly straightforward question (which we obviously didn’t bother to prepare).
After a long pause (accompanied by loving stares into each other eyes) Adam blurted out, “7 November this year”.
“Hmmm that’s a Thursday…”
“Yup that’s correct.”
Needless to say our improvisation skills didn’t exactly improve as the day went on. I became aware of the exhibitors trying to steal a glimpse of my ring (non-existent – because we are having it resized, of course) and they seemed strangely suspicious when we kept our story of our engagement painfully short (“she said yes”).
I have never been the kind of girl who dreamt of a fairytale wedding. I love going to weddings. And getting drunk. But mainly I love seeing my friends that happy. Being an idealist for a day and pretending that 50 years from now we will all still be friends, sitting around our over-priced wedding coffee table books, while our grandchildren laugh at us for not having wedding holograms.
Surely that’s what weddings are about. Not about photographers who promise to tell the story of the day – in 6 hours and 200 photos most of which are of the bride posing awkwardly as she and her groom stare into the sunset. And it’s definitely not about seeing how much you can spend on a dress you will never wear again. Or about how much make up and hair you can afford to transform from a beautiful, normal girl to one of those iced Barbie cakes. It is about making a promise – a promise so absurd and so wonderful.
I never really imagined I would be the kind of girl who would fall in love. And yet I am and I did. As much as the SA Wedding Show reinforced my conviction that I want to elope on some tropical island, wearing a white beach dress and no shoes, with an ocean breeze blowing through my hair and the salty residue of the ocean as make up, it also reinforced my conviction that Adam is the boy I swear I will never leave.
Staring into his eyes at the SA Wedding Show waiting for him to conjure up some crazy answer to the exhibitors questions and knowing that, whatever he says, I will go along with it, I just realised that there isn’t anyone in the world I would rather fake an engagement with. He makes me laugh so much and holds me tightly when I cry. He sees the good in me and makes me want to be a better person. He loves the things I hate about myself – like my outstanding cheeks. He makes me believe in the absurd and wonderful.
And that’s what it is all about. It’s not about the ring or the elaborate wedding day. It’s about finding someone you cannot live without and then swearing you will never leave.