Oh yay for us!
So, Dalekins and I are road tripping to Bloemfontein to watch the SA vs France game… aren’t we just a pair of right haughty bitches (sorry Dalekins)! With our tickets… and our… vuvuzelas… and our…tickets and our… stufffff!
So anyhoo, I reckon I need to do some “road trip” research because from what I remember as a kid, I used to LOVE driving down to Durbs… the open road, the constant droning of Cyndie Lauper, the falling asleep and drooling all the way down the window! Long drives *dreamy sigh* loved them up until about the 40th minute of being in the car, where I would begin to belt out, and if you ask my father he’d say: in my most whiney annoying voice “Are we therrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre yetttttttttttttttttttttt, are we therrrrrrrrre yetttttttttttt, I need to peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”
See my dad thought he was clever and tried the whole “focus on the horizon thing and the first one to spot the sea will get a RAND (upon hindsight – my dad is a tightarse! A rand would surely only have bought us 40 Wilson toffees each!) but *taps nose* I’m a clever cookie… every pond, lake, pothole with water in would elicit a “It’s the seaaaaaaaa gimmeeeee my randddddddddd!”
Hmmm… I’m thinking if any of those tactics accompany us to Bloem Dalekins may drop me off in some random town with only one goat and a Tuisnywerhuid… some sort of Viksonderwater town or some such malarkey.
Don’t know why though… I don’t even think they stock Wilsons toffees anymore, let alone in one of those small town shops Dalekins!
Me: “Are we therrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre yettttttttt?”
*Dalekins stops car and points at shop*
Dalekins: “Look Tash that shop sells TOFFEES!”
*vaults out of the car and runs off to the shop with my shiny R1*
*Dalekins slams door shut and speeds off*
Me: “Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! They don’t sell toffees here Dalekins… well atleast that’s what the man with the chainsaw wearing a mask behind the counter said… where is everyone?”
So maybe not those kind of road trip tactics… One things for sure… this road trip is definitely going to contain egg mayo sandwiches, boerewors, sticky coke, and the “piece de resistannnnnnnnce” (Um don’t know how to spell that last bit, so just say it in a French accent ok!):
White Snake! “Heeeeere I gooooooooo againnnn on my owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn, going down the only road I’ve ever knooooooooooooooooooooooooooooown”
*rock n’ roll horns*