A TALE OF TWO BARS // THURSDAY NIGHT AT MICHAEL STEVENSON AND AT THE BLANK

Aweh my Skattie,in case you can't tell just by reading the title or looking at the images, Thursday night was a kak hot night for me. My heartfelt fondness for alcoholic beverages is no secret, i like to drink. A lot. So when the opportunity came up to check out picture shows at two of my favourite bars in one night, well you can imagine the alcoholic jubilation, i took the thirteenth step and headed straight for the bar. I started at the Michael Stevenson Bar which was a little full, I hate generalizing, but seriously, Everybody was there. The booze offering was a little narrow though, house red, house white, castle and windhoek light, who the fuck drinks windhoek light? I think they might be having trouble with their liquor license because they called last rounds a little early, so i moved on to the blank bar across the road,which opened way into the night, Jonathan obviously bought the better liquor license. I must say I preffered his booze offering, wine,windhoek (not light) and black label beer(a.k.a. mother's milk). All in all my skattie i had an amazing night, drank to my heart's content, even checked out the picture shows. Of the pictures, i asked my friend Carl Collison who sometimes moonlights as an art critic for his opinion and he said, "Pieter Hugo is objectifying and offensive, Dineo is confusing, and that was kak art at the blank gallery". Anyway, i guess everyone is allowed their opinion and fortunately for me i'm not an art critic.

WHAT PRIVATE LIFE? // HOME IS WHERE THE STYLE IS

 

I was chatting to my friend Una this afternoon shortly before blogging this post (or posting this blog?), we were looking at the pictures above, which are from the dinner I hosted last night and I was questioning whether it was right to post them or if I should rather leave private gatherings with friends at my home out of the blog. Una then reminded me of what is now a basic truth of our times, “private lives are over, so last century”. This is after all the age of facebook, twitter, blogger and other social media, parties are online as they happen. And thank gawd for that Skattie otherwise I would not be able to share with you the strong personal style my chommas possess. To the Skatties in the pics above, thank you for the stylish company.

KUSHUSHU // A “F**KOFF HAUTE” SATURDAY STYLE JAM // INTRODUCING THE PERSONAL STYLE OF SIVU

 

Ola Skattie, it’s been a quiet week from my side as far as bloggin is concerned but y’all know I’ve got a 9-5 gig, and  like that song says, ‘ain’t nothing going on but the rent’. So there, no more apologies, no more explanations. Fortunately for you my girl Sivu who is Miss event co-ordinator, stylist and general hipster-about-town/country  is in town this week, so we couldn’t resist an opportunity to get together, buy a few quarts of the cheapest beer and do this style jam. I am not gonna say much about it skattie,she look hot in it, kak-hot, you know it I know it, so admit it and share it while Sivu and I empty a few more quarts of beer.

TOO WASTED TO THINK OF A CLEVER TITLE, PLEASE SUGGEST SOMETHING SKAT

Some of you might remember that a few posts ago, I self righteously declared that I would pursue a completely sober lifestyle, well it didn’t quite work out that way skattie, so there, judge me. I’m back on the bottle and I’m making up for lost time and getting thoroughly and not so elegantly wasted skat. It’s been such a party skat that I’m sure if Mel Gibson saw me he would wisely advise me that “if I got ***** by a pack of  ******* , it would certainly be my fault”. Anyway, my Saturday was no less boozy than usual and in my pursuit of intoxication, I kept my camera close and fortunately for me I gravitate towards the terminally fabulous. Enjoy skattie, me I’ve got a boozy dinner to go to so I can wrap up my drunken Saturday.