Victory tastes a lot like brandy...

I have now arrived back from the primitive times. I went to Antarctica, you ask? The deep jungles of the Amazon? No. I have been without Internet connection since Thursday. We have just finally gotten it back so now I can get back to the blogosphere! Phew!

So where did we leave off? Oh yes, on Saturday we went into London to watch the Rugby game at the Clapham Grand. And after three too many Springbok shots and six too many “Klippies & Cokes” (that’s made with a South African brandy called Klipdrift), I found hidden deep inside, my undeniable love of rugby! And of course, South Africa won the game. No surprise there! The video below will give you an indication of how everyone reacts when something good happens in the game. Now don’t ask me what the something good is. We all know that I would often cheer at basketball games and I didn’t even know who won the game at the end, let alone what it was called when something “good” happened. But anyway, here are some South Africans really excited about something:




And here are some pics:











It was cool meeting some of Donovan’s friends. One of his best friends, Chris, was moving out of his flat so he couldn’t come and watch the game but he stopped by the bar on his bike to meet me. Everyone else joined us inside for the game. We also ate delicious Droevors (some kind of beef jerky thing but I hate beef jerky and I like this!) and Borewors Rolls (kind of like an upper class hot dog).

This is me eating Droevors:




And I’m not sure why there was a skinny bald man in a tight army booty costume…but there was! And here are some pics and videos of him:







After the South African victory, we made our way back to High Wycombe. After I snoozed off my Klippies & Coke on the train, we went to Nandos for dinner, a delicious Portuguese chicken place! They have this delicious spicy cajun salt stuff for the chips (french fries, remember?).

On Sunday, I had my first day of work. And of course it wasn’t your usual waitress or bartending gig. No---that would be far too normal. I was a bartender at a Nepalese Feast and Classical Charity Music Concert. It was kind of a relief because all anyone could order was red wine, white wine, rose wine, lemonade, orange juice, water, or beer! And I had a crew of about 5 Nepalese army guys to help me serve. I was most nervous for someone to order the rose wine because I can’t open wine bottles with corks and guess what, that was the only thing that no one ever ordered! (I know Jess is shaking her head right now LOL…lucky bitch….). And everything was either 2 pounds 50 or 3 pounds or 1 pound so it was easy to give change and stuff. Here are some videos from the day:




So I helped clean up and stuff afterward and clocked out around 6:30pm. I had a J2O at the pub afterward (that’s like Five Alive). I am getting paid next week sometime and have no clue what I’m actually earning but hey, it’s pounds right ;-).

Today I worked at the pub from 11am-4pm...bartending a funeral. Definitely a wierd experience...serving wine and beer to people who are crying. The woman who died apparently always went to this pub and the daughter was sitting in her mother's "favorite seat" just crying saying she was having a drink with her mother. She desperately wanted us to play Irish music and then The Corrs was the closest thing we could find...she sought her friend who could sing Irish music to her...

Luckily it was time for me to leave before I could get coaxed into singing an Irish song...I thought at restaurants you were only supposed to have to sing silly birthday songs? Anyway it is now almost 5pm and I'm going back to work at 6pm. It gets really busy there at night so I'm kind of nervous.

Write again soon...cheers!