Roof escapades

There is an apartment block directly next to Danielle's and we recently discovered that is has a roof that can be accessed by anyone. It is marvelous and will be the downfall of us.

We were kinda peeved as our mate Justin had been holding out on the roof - he waited 2 months to tell us, so we are only discovering the joys are roof top drinking as Autumn hits. Gee wiz and has Autumn hit with a vengeance, it is rather chilly now and an icy wind billows down the streets in the morning - which makes me sad because it is only a glimpse of things to come. Winter's here are a menace that I am just not prepared for. However I am excited for Winter sports, woop woop. Ice skating here I come!

I am kinda of a wiz on the ice rink. I don't want to brag, but it just comes naturally to me. Ever since I put on my rollerblades I knew I was destined for great things on blades of some kind. Even though I fell really badly on my first excursion in them - simply because I wanted to race my younger cousin and prove that anything he could do I could better. Well I came short and damaged my coxes - but that's not for here. I didn't let that deter me, and when I did finally get onto an ice rink I took to it like a duck to water. I wizzed around that rink like it was my second home. The second time we went I was racing my rowing coach, Grant, and winning I'l have you know, when some cretin fell in front of me and I had to jump over him to avoid slicing him into little bits with my skates. Now if you are not aware, jumping on ice with skates when you are still a novice (however much you feel like an Olympian) is not easy and very often results in you connecting with the ice. AND in case you didn't know, ice is fuck off sore to land on. SO once again my bum got the raw end of the deal and I was in pain for months. Subsequently that rink, which was in Pretoria, was destroyed when the roof fell in on it...which is a scary thought really, but there it is. Anyway, I am super excited to get back on the horse (rink) and skate for realsies.

Wow, I can get side tracked in the biggest way. I had meant to chat about the roof and here I am unsuccessfully bragging about my skating skills.

back to the topic at hand. THE ROOF is the shizness. I had to clean my bathroom last week (and no, I am not getting sidetracked again, this is relevant) and as this very thought repulsed me to the core, let alone the actual act of cleaning I had to reward myself for doing it. So once the act was done and my bathroom was shiny and clean I got hold of Danielle and we bought some makkolia and headed on up to the roof. It was last Monday...a work night...but we forgot about that and drank a bottle and a half each and when that had run out we headed on over to the GS (which is the local 24hr convenience store) to purchase some more of this wonderful nectar only to bump into Veena, another mate of ours, who was going to the GS for the same reason only she was refilling for the little shin dig that was happening at Jamies place. AHHAHHAHA. So naturally, not wanting to miss out on a party we duly went to Jamies with out makkoli in tow.

It was 3am when I fell into my bed. It was all the roof's fault...actually it was the toilet's fault, but who wants to split hairs at this point.

Then the roof became the scene of the crime four days later, when Friday evening was meant to be a chilled affair so I could save myself for Saturday night madness with Christine on the Han river with the fire works display they had to celebrate Hangul day (which is the day to celebrate the creation of the Korean alphabet, Hangul)...but the company was so genial: the ever present Danielle, Leigh (who works in another school, she's Canadian, adore her) and Justin (a wonderful, but cranky, American). We consumed copious amounts of makkoli and then got an invite to go squeak some takkie at Slang. Who can resist when Slang calls? Not me.

So Saturday began on a deficit...but it too became a raucous affair and ended on the roof of life with further joyous company. But before the roof entered the foray we were drinking on a pirate ship that was built in the middle of a pub in our local party strip, Beomgye (pronounced bum-gay if you recall). We commandeered that ship and drank a drink merrily called Spicy rum cock. It was a winner all round. The roof this time around was inhabited by Christine, Matt, Chris and their fellow teacher whose name eludes me right now. We watched the sunrise and left the building singing songs from 'The Flight of the Conchords'. I will leave you with the lyrics that followed me into my dreams:

Looking round the room
I can tell that you
Are the most beautiful girl in the... room
(In the whole wide room)

And when you're on the street
(depending on the street)
I bet you are definitely in the top 3

And when I saw you at my mate's place
I thought what is she doing... at my mate's place
How did Dave get a hottie like that to a party like this?
Good one Dave! (Ooh, you're a legend Dave)

I ask Dave if he's gonna make a move - he's not sure
I say "Dave do you mind if I do?"
He says he doens't mind, but I can tell he kinda might
But I'm gonna do it anyway

I see you standing all alone by the stereo
I'm gonna dim the lights down very low

You're so beautiful, you could be a waitress
You're so beautiful, you could be an air hostess in the 60s
You're so beautiful, you could be a part-time model

And then I seal the deal
I do my moves - I do my dance moves

Let's travel through, just me and you
And seven other dudes around you on the dance-floor

I draw you near, let's get outta here
Let's get in a cab and buy you a kebab

I can't believe that I'm sharing a kebab with
the most beautiful girl I have ever seen (with a kebab)

Why don't we leave, let's go to my house
We can feel each other up on the couch
I don't mind taking it slow, no

You're so beautiful, like a dream
Or a high-class prostitute

You're so beautiful, you could be a part-time model
But you'd probably have to still keep your normal job

Spending part of your time modelling
and part of your time next to me

My place is usually tidier than this

Fall - talk about this