VICTORY Is Ours!

Monday night was the Varsity Cup Final, and what a night it was. There is not much that I can say about the game, nor the majority of the night for that matter (as the flashbacks of random images and my lack of memories come to a sub-total of about an hour), but my continuos gagging the next day and the fact that I came home with only one shoe at 8 in the morning is proof enough that I had a spectacular time...

What I do know is that quite a few of my Cape Town mates came up to stay, and of course, none of us had planned ahead and bought tickets. We wern’t perturbed and we decided to go watch the game on the mountain. Unfortunately we got carried away with the pre-drinking and so only arrived just before half-time. The mountain was packed, and unlike the suckers in the stadium who could not take their own drinks in; we could all go wild, drink as much as our little hearts desired, and act like the true 3rd world Africans that we are. What a vibe!

From here it became a blur. Weeing in bushes, standing in thorns that gave me an allergic reaction resembling something out of Gremlin, running through sticks and tripping over tree stumps (fucking our legs up) in order to see the other half of the field every time Maties got the ball, and people running onto the field when Maties won is the sub-total of my rugby experience.

From here, apparently we went out, smoked a joint with The Engineer, and then I went to bed. Or so the Queen thought, until 10 minutes after she had tucked me in, she found me wandering down the street. Alone. How I got from my bed to the street, faster than her who was in the car, is still a mystery. She picked me up, only to throw me out 5 minutes later as I screamed to be released because I had seen someone I was sure I knew.

Apparently I was actually telling the truth because the next day I woke up snuggled up in a double bed with 4 other boys, and 5 boys on the floor, in a flat that I had never seen before. In my confusion I did what I could - rolled over, put my arm around the boy closest to me, and snuggled up.

Three runs to the toilet, four hours, and six coffees later I woke up on my friends couch in a flat much closer to my own. Covered in writing, a rip down my dress, bagless, and shoeless I sat up with a smile and congratulated myself on once again crossing the line, getting way to drunk, and having yet another phenomenal night!

Alice xxx