The COOLth factor

Last night, I was cool.

In fact, last night a group of four of us were super cool and trendy.

But only last night.

How I know this is because the four of us congratulated one another for being cool and trendy, and true cool and trendy people don’t do that, as a rule.

Last night, to celebrate the final of the football World Cup, we gathered at the exclusive Randlords, on the 22cnd floor of a building in Braamfontein, offering spectacular views of greater Jo’burg.

We arrived in time to watch the sun dip below the horizon, and this fearsome and demanding city begin to shine brightly. And to see the giant calabash, Soccer City, getting ready to host the final of what’s been a phenomenal experience for South Africans.

Jokes about being cool aside, the place was comfy and surprisingly emitted an extremely hospitable vibe, as patrons camped out on blankets on the floor and ate tapas-type food while we watched the Spain-Holland final. Being able to see the fireworks at the end of the match from the venue, rather than on TV, was unexpected and fantastic.

If you want to hire the entire place for an event, you’ll need a cool R100 000. If you want to visit for lunch, however, there’s no cover charge.

A truly memorable experience – I am so heading there for lunch one of these fine days.

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On an entirely different note, I visited my friends yesterday morning who announced that they were expecting a baby. I had this couple over to my flat for dinner in December, along with another couple, both of whom announced that they were sick of the pressure to conceive now that they were married. They vehemently asserted that they just wanted to hang out each other and live their married lives without a baby for a while.

They were both pregnant, not six months later.

People talk such shit, most of the time.

Honesty is forbidden.

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4 Responses to The COOLth factor

  1. HotGuy43 says:

    Everyone wants a baby, DBAWIW. And everyone – apart from you, it would seem 🙂 – knows that. My life wasn’t complete until I got my little princess, Mia, and started boring everyone with photos and ‘cute’ stories about what she says and does.

  2. Don't Believe a Word I Write says:

    But when are you having your very own baby that you have to pay for and whose nappy you have to change, and whose tantrums you have to handle and who illnesses you have to manage and whose sticky hands will land all over your jazz CD collection, Hot Guy? Being an oom ain’t the same. I thank you profusely for not boring me with any Mia stories, muchos gracias!! 🙂

  3. Tamara says:

    We’ve been married three and a half years and I am sick to death of being asked when the kids are coming. As you know, seeing I keep moaning about it. And it’s been longer than six months since I’ve been harping on about that point.

    I had never heard of Randlords. I’m so not cool. Will have to go Google it now. Thanks for educating me once again.

  4. dbawiw says:

    If I were really cool, I would not have told you about it, Tamara. More proof of my uncoolth.

    I can’t imagine how irritating it must be for you 3.5 years later to keep being harassed to pop a sprog. Do you entertain these people still? Or do you tell them where to get off?

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