Come on-a my house.

This is the kind of Sunday lunch I like:

I arrive rather late, i.e. 4pm, but it carries on till midnight anyway.

My friends are leaving on an epic journey and will be sorely missed.

I've been wanting to post about tattoos for a while now, so I'll start with M. & T.

(Meanwhile I still ponder in indecision:
to tattoo or not.)

Bye bye Sweeties.

Hello Sailor!

As my friend Smutty so succinctly puts it: hou my vas!

Finally made it to Hello Sailor for dinner.

We had:

Chicken liver paté with sourdough toast.

Disco Fries.

( skinny fries, mushroom gravy and cheese, melted under the grill. So wrong and yet... so right )

Vetkoek - light as clouds with crispy edges, curried mince and sambals.

Lamb cooked slow in a complex gravy of tomatoes, rosemary and cinnamon.

A bottomless glass of Merlot.
A toast to my dear Mom who turns 75 today.
A toast to Winter and tummy rolls.

That's chef Maggie in the background, like a dervish in the kitchen. This is my kind of place.

Twas a perfect rainy night in Observatory. Hipsters and muscle cars. Dragon breath walking back to my car.
Full as a tick.

and Fi. This is for you.

Flying without a net.

We once had a birthday party together, the lovely Virgoan girlfriend and I. We served bottomless White Whiskers and the Martinis were dirty. There was chocolate ganache cake with figs, and as much liquorice as a girl could wish for. Spun sugar and candlelight. The big surprise: the Magician... I introduced him to my baffled friend and watched as he entranced her, soon drawing a crowd. He bent spoons, he turned back time, he made us all a-flutter. He was a brilliant illusionist, but my favourite part was watching the faces around me - they were filled with such incredible child-like wonder, all of the world-weary cynicism left aside for a while.

And that's exactly what the circus did for us tonight.

Scented with jelly tots and buttered popcorn, this troupe of grown-up children entertain... I was by turns on the edge of my seat, then laughing so hard my ears ached and then having bouts of dislocating cold shivers. Juggling so strange and offbeat, it should have been a mess, but it was perfect. Bodies being tossed and tumbled into the air, zooming like paper aeroplanes, the flinging of ropes.

Lightning Bolt Drummer Girl in the Red Boots:
you left me breathless.

Ghostly Trapeze Acrobats: you made my heart stand still, my palms all sweaty.

Guy with Arm Muscles who Floated Horizontal from the Bar: well. You made my heart beat again.
 

We whooped and we whistled and we ahhh-d and we oooh-d.

How will I ever sleep tonight?

❤

Sunset & moonrise, Table Mountain.

Capetonians: do you all know that there's a sunset special on tickets up the berg? Half price after 6pm = R90.00. We went up with the idea of watching the sun set over the sea and the moon rise over the mountains.

A big fog rolled in and obscured the city. 

Alas, also the wolf moon. 

We howled none the less.

Young Sania. Her hair was like ink in water.