Last Friday my girlfriend and I went to go watch The Rocky Horror Show at the Fugard Theatre. It was for one of our "infamous" date nights. I say infamous because there hasn't been a date night that has ever gone according to plan, it always ends up balls to the walls with us waking up the next day not knowing what the fuck happened the night before. Thank god for cameras or else our memories would be a complete blank. We started the evening at Dias Tavern, which is just down the road from the Fugard Theatre, so it would be convenient for us to just eat and walk there. As we got to Dias I ordered a bottle of wine, which was finished in no time, I blame my stressful week at work for that. As our food arrived, we ordered another bottle of wine... aaaand that's where the night begins. The show was awesome, I mean REALLY awesome. I seriously recommend it. Personally, I found it better than the movie, even the singing was unbelievable. The stage production for such a small theatre was also brilliant. I think this show comes second on my "best musicals ever" list after We will rock you. After the interval we managed to sneak in ANOTHER bottle of wine. After that, all I remember is giving a standing ovation (before the show had even ended) and then jumping on the stage to get a photo taken and then getting escorted out the theatre by the ushers. Before we left we manage to get a photo with Dr. Frank N. Furter (as you can see, we were in a bit of a state already) We decided that the night was still young when we left the theatre and decided to walk to Dragon Room, a place I haven't been to since 2012, back in my dubstep days. I can't believe it's R100 to get in to that shit hole. It's not even a half decent party. Luckily we somehow managed to sneak in past the bouncers in our drunken state. No clue how that happened. We also managed to leave with our drinks and their glasses. Another mystery to me.
Thinking the night was still "young", we thought going to Tiger Tiger in Claremont would be a great idea. Another place I haven't been to in over a year or so and wow, how times have changed. The DJ is still the same except his hair is grey now. The music and people are still the same, except a lot younger than I remember. After a few suitcases at the shooter bar, all I could basically do after that was stand in the middle of the dance floor and bop my head shouting "I'm too fucked for this" as random people walked past me with weird looks on their faces while my girlfriend was dancing on the speakers with everything she had. We eventually got swept out of there when the club closed and somehow managed to get home safely and try patch together everything that happened while hanging balls. I can spend hours watching Russian road rage videos, they're hilarious. My favourite Russian road rage videos are the ones when the aggressor gets his karma. The video below is a prime example of what happens when you don't pick your fights wisely. There's no sound, which is a bummer, but it's great viewing pleasure watching a one armed bully and a 6ft6 beast get completely owned by two guys they started with. Czech it out... Well the day has finally arrived. The day I shave this madness off my face! No more "what the hell is that on your face?!" and weird looks anymore! It's back to the 5 O'Clock shadow where my dimples actually show. I have had to give the Leonard's and the Flanigan's their eviction notice. They're the family of lice and fleas that are residing on either side of my face. Maybe they will relocate to my chest hair... until that comes off. I spent my 67 minutes for Madiba letting underprivileged kids touch my beard. I clearly made their day as they have never seen something so amazing growing off someone's face before. It's going to be very weird not having a beard anymore. I started getting used to random hipsters coming up to me and trying to button up my top button of my work shirts while I was out walking in the streets of the CBD. No more grating cheese with my cheek. No more leftovers caught in my chin hair. My fantasy of owning a bear will fade and I probably won't go buy all those power tools I saw in the Builder's Warehouse catalogue. I was also very close to buying a red checkered shirt and an axe. The day I started growing this beard was the same day I got back into the gym (after a 2 month break) and I'm scared that I might lose all my strength once I shave this beard off... Like Samson. So this is it. The three weeks of proving a point to everyone how quick my beard grows is done and dusted. I don't think I will grow one of these for this long again. I have a whole new appreciation for the people that do stick it out, but it's clearly not for me. Now I that the beard is coming off, this doesn't mean that you need to stop reading this blog, I will do my best to keep the photos, videos and random articles coming. Thanks for all the support, I really do appreciate it. To end this beard challenge, here are some funny beard pics: Screw a cot or some nannies to protect your baby. In India they use Cobras!! I mean why not, what could possibly go wrong? If there is one car I could own, it would be a Ford Mustang. Especially those 1960's and 70s muscle car models. Revving the engine and watching panties fall to the floor. The guys who own those cars must be loving life. These three idiots who happen to own Mustangs, try to drift on the highway. The straight and narrow highway, watch what happens... |