19/10/03

just an (edited) outline, more for me than you.

*** 15th (wednesday) ***

actually went to bed early.

*** 16th ***

arrived 6am. left 6.15. drove mom to work, read with coffee, went to training. pulled muscles. got goodbye speech. dropped one of the guys off at the waterfront, one in town. i tried to visit a friend of mine who works there, but there was nobody there.
i took second mom to the waterfront. we went to ardi's, had coffee and some sandwiches (i had an AMAZING tuna-mayonaisse), sat around for a bit, and then returned home. i had a shower, slept some, and went to fetch my mom. who dropped me off at the waterfront (deja vu?), with my book, but no cellphone. much frustration at having to use the tikki-boxes by the toilets. very dirty area / people.

i was standing at the counter for vida e cafe (or however the hell you write it), and i some guy greeted me. he looked familiar, but it wasn't until he told me his name that i had ANY clue who he was! some dude i used to party with. nice guy, in spite of his enormous size. and he appreciated my goggles (MGR!). the hot chocolate was really, really good. i can't emphasize that enough. really, REALLY good. and it was made with REAL, WHITE chocolate. yummy.

my mom picked me up, then dropped me off at shadowslight's for thursday night movies. t2 - director's cut. incredible that they left out the tie-in scenes, and some great stuff. also, it was just plain enjoyable watching the movie again.

*** 17th ***

i went straight to training. we had beginners in the class, so we took it all fairly easy. with final touch, however - our instructor came up with an extreme method of hurting the legs and lower back... we all said our goodbyes, and then i went home for a shower.

my mom came with me to organize my traveller's cheques, and i picked up my airline ticket. i drove my mom to work, a little later picked up my traveller's cheques (screwed up all the signatures, as usual), and then returned to my mom's office to pick her up.

we had supper at my cousins', and i went to gandalf's afterwards, for a farewell party. thrashed a bit.

*** yesterday ***

gave a friend a ride home, and then went to sleep.

babyacid and shadowslight came over in the morning, and i opened the box of kariot (cushions - best cereal ever) that i'd been meaning to do for two months. moonflake arrived, and we all (including my mother and her .38 special) went off to the range.

we got there on time. the instructor was nowhere to be found. we were informed by one of his colleagues that he would be back from the range in a short while, and we'd have to wait. we began inspecting all of the equipment.

first thing to notice: you don't need a license to own a crossbow. they have the deadliest looking crossbow, up on their wall, that i have ever seen in my life.
mmmm.
secondly: the "suck my glock" sign. and the "fight crime - shoot back" sign. and many others.

after about five minutes (or more, i dunno), the instructor came out, looking harrassed, and apologized for taking our time, but he had a "situation".
anout a minute later, moonflake, who'd been looking through to the range, asked, "doesn't that guy look like jean-claude van damme?"
after some arbitrary debating (i was sure it wasn't), one of the guys behind the counter piped up that that was him. he told us a rather cute story of some arabic prince / sheik / something who'd come to cape town and made his life a misery...

when van damme came up, with his violent (and none too pretty) girlfriend, and apparently useless bodyguard, we all suddenly found the knives to be extremely interesting.

* note *

capetonians are not people to run after celebrities requesting autographs. we have pride. we also have an understanding of others' need for privacy. this does not, however, mean that we won't tell everyone who'll listen who we saw, where, and what part of breakfast was in their teeth.

and besides, i hear tell that he's a complete prick. not that i care. i do, however, know that his girlfriend has some deep-seated issues to work out, hopefully before someone gives her a firearm.

we were taken to the range, instructed in the basics, and each given a couple (four, i think) of rounds to fire, before our instructor had to go somewhere else. we arranged to meet back at the range when he was done, and so the five of us went for a walk.

we found ourselves at cash crusaders (mainly in search of more movies for shadowslight), and my mum and i found a really nice, cheap, camera. so we purchased, and then went off to some obscure little coffee shop.
good coffee, great company, and our waitress was absolutely STUNNING.
like a prettier version of jada pinkett. yes, i typed that correctly. god DAMN.

aaaand back to the range. all our ammo are belong to targets. some great shooting from babyacid, some INCREDIBLE (to be expected, though) shooting from moonflake (first shot straight into the target's nose), and a rather worrying quantity of enthusiam exuding from shadowslight.

i must say, i really like the glock (9mm parabellum). it's easy to use, easy to get used to. i learned some very important things concerning trigger use, and i have the target on my door to prove it...

i fired off five rounds with my mom's revolver. that thing is absolutely frightening to use - the recoil can be felt from a foot away, and you can really sense the raw power of thing.

we split up after the shooting, and moonflake came with me and my mom home for lunch. all three of us went gift shopping at canal walk, which was a lot of fun, and quite an experience.
moonflake and i had a quick supper, and then went off to the green man, to meet up with arad and shadowslight for my farewell.

some good pool, some cute old-school house music, and some beer. and some photographic posing.

*** today ***

on our way to the parking lot, shadowslight stopped to help two good-looking girls parallel park. inspired by ed (great tv series, everyone should watch it), we offered shadowslight R10 to go back to the girls, and say "hah, i offer you my beef".
which he did.
we were most impressed, and most proud. the response: "thank you, but no".

moonflake, arad and i went buttsex shopping (mac hall). we were walking up and down the aisles, calmly asking other patrons at the store if they'd seen any buttsex, or knew where we could find buttsex, etc. we really upset some of them. surprising, that.

after paying for all the buttsex, we went off to moonflake's, where we found a gathering of clawcreatures - and i was given a nice farewell after all.

we said some sad goodbyes, and then i went home, to shower, and sleep.