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I am very excited about my recent collaboration with Infinity, a local platform for musicians/venues/festivals/fans/technical crew/etc. The official website launched today, and it looks off the hook! Go look! www.infinity.co.za Read what it’s all about and browse a bit. This guy’s on to something!

I wrote a review for the site on Lark’s gig at Arcade Empire Friday past entitled Your girl’s thinking about Inge. Check it out and tell us what you think.

I look forward to many more crazy adventures with Infinity! Watch that space and DON’T GET LEFT BEHIND.

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Last night I was whisked away to my very own surprise Alice Tea Party where I feasted for hours, conversed with the best and laughed like mad. I took this photo with a heavy heart when we started clearing up this morning. I’m going to sincerely miss that space.

I am too pooped to go into details at the moment but I just had to say big love to all my friends and loved ones who contributed to the weird wonderland that took my breath away last night. Most of all, to my boyfriend and his family, for their hours of work in preparation, courage, creativity and soul, I will never forget my 24th birthday, it has been an adventure I could not have dreamed up myself! Thank you for everything! Then to those band of brothers, the three De Kock’s, you guys come from very special stock, thank you for being who you are and sharing that extraordinary-ness with the world!

I will post a full photo gallery very soon, but for now it’s off to bed so this Alice can prepare for another Monday. Good night 23, you gave me OppiKoppi, 2 jobs, night classes, an internship, an electro conversion, Lark, my good friends The B(l)and, my first dubstep event, and the Gautrain. I am very grateful.


As I’ve posted before my best friend’s getting married, and I’m one of her bridesmaids. As bridesmaids our duties include planning the kitchen tea and the bachelorette. We decided on a sailor theme, and called the night a nautigirl adventure, a word play on nautical. We dressed the bride up in bows and stockings (she’s the beautiful blond in the middle) and all three of the maids dressed up as well. I was very proud of my outfit, which my mom made! (I’m the brunette in the white cardigan, navy tights and red heels.) My mom is so talented! And she made me a stunningly sexy outfit! (Thanx mom!)

We hired a partybus for the evening and drank chocolate vodka from the bottle on the way to the club. I must admit, I was a little nervous considering I don’t drink at all, and even when I used to I struggled to do it well. But then again I also don’t dance….

But somehow the magic of the night put a spell on me and I got a little carried away… *blush*
We had such a fun time, and all the girls looked so pretty!
I would like to thank the other bridesmaids for their planning and all their help, especially Talia. (who made everyone feel special with all her cool ideas and her huge contributions!) The photographers were awesome too, kudos to the ladies at PixelPixies!
I would also like to thank all the other girls who joined us, you were fabulous, I’m sure Mariska will never ever forget her hen night!


I see myself as a homebody; others disagree and say I’m somewhat of a recluse, the point being that I don’t partake in what others consider normal social behavior. I went to dance clubs when I was 18, but the novelty soon wore off and I got tired of watching young girls get drunk and become sluts on the dance floor, and of seeing men prey on such weakness. I all but wrote off modern interaction, and stopped drinking all together.

It’s been 2 years since I gave the strobe lights up for books and the comfort of my bed, and I have no regrets. But in my sanctuary I forgot the danger of comfort zones; that the world passes by real quick when you’re too comfortable. So when a friend of mine invited me to the CD launch of House Hold Funk, I very reluctantly agreed. Firstly “House” music does not appeal to me at all, and secondly the people who do enjoy the thumping and buzzing tend to annoy every drop of kindness from me.

There was one beacon of hope though, I love dressing up! And this presented me with the first opportunity in ages to feel glamorous, and I dove right into that glitter pot. While getting ready at my best friend’s place I completely forgot my apprehension and actually started feeling the tingle of excitement! Still, I stuck to my skepticism and remained convinced that the evening was doomed. But in life’s infinite wisdom I was taught a pleasant lesson (for once!) and to my surprise I had an absolute blast! A real unlikely adventure! The photo I attached is proof of my enjoyment, just look at me smiling!

Being an academic by trade I started to theorize and constructed my own hypothesis on why I was enjoying something I previously disregarded. The party was a no-under-21-event in Johannesburg. In contrast to the social atmosphere in Pretoria: which is dominated by naïve and reckless high school graduates alone in the big city for the first time. Each one of them ready and willing to get as drunk as possible on the little pocket-money they receive. Now, I acknowledge that getting black-out drunk and dancing like you’re a go-go girl is an important coming-of-age ritual that even I indulged in. It is not however the most attractive social ritual to witness when you have come of age. Johannesburg’s social vibe on the other hand is dominated by 20-somethings who earn their own salaries and who have developed somewhat of a social filter. This already lends a bit more class and sophistication to an event. The men I spoke to, spoke to me, asked me what my interests were, and practiced real interaction. Even more shocking was they didn’t speed off to the next skirt when I told them I was in a committed relationship. People were just chatting, not trawling or picking up. All in all it was a very satisfying experience.

Proof-reading this post I realize that I sound terribly prejudiced, but my theory is just this: one should grow with the world, and not think you have out grown it. I forgot that grown-ups have fun too, I, in my arrogance, thought that I had experienced it all and that I was “too good” for others…how horrible is that?! I know now that scenes change and I have a whole peer group who grew up with me and that it is my responsibility to seek them out.

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