Saturday, June 26, 2010

Need. More. Time.

So, I have so much to write about that I don't even know where to start. I really thought I'd have more time to blog, but it seems like the days are passing bay in a FLASH and all of a sudden it is 1 am and I can't even figure out how to work the key in my hotel room door, let alone the computer in the business center. Apologies! I will fill you all in on the details when I get home on Monday.

Meg and I have only had one blowout. It was on Monday night, after we had dinner and drinks and, um, more drinks. She met some Kiwi who wanted to drag us off to the casino or perhaps into a dark alley to rape/kill us. It was already past midnight. We were leaving for Rustenburg the next morning. And the kid's wingman was an arrogant, asshole American. Sorry, kiddo. We're going to have to go home. So she spent an entire day pouting. Whatever. Sometimes you just need to be safe.

I should mention that earlier that evening we both made out, briefly, with the same Brazilian. So it isn't like I'm not letting her have any fun.

Um, yes. You read that correctly. The SAME Brazilian. He was all, "come here," and wrapping us up in his flag and sticking his tongue down our throats. Kind of hilarious.

Yesterday we went on a safari and it was glorious and beautiful and I was 10 feet away from an elephant.

The whole safari was like an extended moment of clarity when you're like "this is what I should be doing with my life. Not working. Not being constantly afraid to leave home. This is what I want to do. I want to travel and I want to see beautiful things."

We leave late on Monday and arrive home early on Tuesday. It's back to work on Wednesday-Saturday. I don't even get an extra day off for the holiday. So bitter about that.

At this rate, I figure I'll be exhausted until approximately July 15th.

It is totally worth it.

Finally, here we are at the Mexico game:


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