Friday--I went to dinner with Hylton and this woman he used to date. She was anti-American. And said some dumb shit like "what kind of black people eat sushi?" I told her to kiss my ass with my eyes all night. Next we headed to the club...it was the more like a jook joint. They said the club was the recreation of a spot that used to be happening during apartheid. But apparantly is still attracts the same crowd...nothing but old folks...randomly there was a Reggae band though...they were dope, still, I was ready to call it a night pretty early, and we did.
Saturday--The guy I flew down here next to is named Tapuwa. He's from Zimbabwe but lives in Joberg now. You spend 20 hours on the plane with someone they become your friend. Anywhoo, he came by to visit with his homeboy whose name I can't remember. Dude had a drop top mercedes and was blasting weezy (i'll write about why hip-hop must die soon) they asked me a million questions about being American before carting me off to their homeboys house to watch my first Rugby game. It was definitely like guys time and I was the only chick there, but you know it was just like being at Chad and Jason's house. Anywhoo, I glanced around and realized that 3 out of the 5 guys had casts or injuries of some sort, so i'm like, ummmm "why is everyone in here injured?" They claim Rugby or Soccer...but um....yeah...they might be boughie high-jackers on the low. Anywhoo, Hamilton, the rugby enthusiast of the room got so happy that New Zealand won, he started calling his boys to talk shit. And what was the first words out of his mouth, "NIGGA! NIGGA!" (insert screeching halt noise) Come on dude, you say that here? Next came the story of how powerful American influence is blah blah....and once again I felt like the only Black student in white school having to represent the entire Black American race, and try to stop us from destroying all Black people globally. From there, Mercedes boy dropped by his brother's house which was AMAZING (banker guys) where again I was super American, and then finally dropped me home. After a nap I got up and got dressed to go to a party, where I drank entirely too much Roset and was so wasted I was sick up until yesterday. Luckily my co-worker Zo's model Nigerian boyfriend David was there to take care of me. (I'll post their picture and introduce you to them later on today) Can't go to that place for a while.
Sunday--Hungover, death, illness, sleep....shame...
Monday--The project finally got all the greenlights, bout to start working like an insane person. Still can't figure out this dated South African video editing style, its really bothering me. Went to dinner with the American boy I met my first night out. He's cool enough...it was nice to just have a conversation that didn't involve discussing the plight of Black people in the world. And I found my Black American self some sushi. Even found my way to a Dave Chappelle DVD. Don't judge me...you'd do it to if all you'd seen was music videos and the olympics for the last two weeks. Alright, all caught up. Love you guys!
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