Scribblings of Robs

12 Nov 2011

ITWB: KOL, Weddings and Expensive Mistakes

I saw my band. They finally arrived and they blew my expectations out of the water. They were worth the early wake up to get tickets, the mindless queuing for 2.5 hours without coffee and surrounded by screeching, teenagers decorated in plaid. They were worth the physical pain I endured because I missed getting GC tickets by 1 useless tween and his useless, indecisive, plaid friends on the other end of his blackberry. [I haven't forgotten you pseudo Farmer Brown.]Their set was amazing. Old songs, new songs and amazing live visuals of the band.

What a concert! Definitely for the older KOL fans and not the sex on fire groupies swathed in leopard print.

Coldplay was pretty average by comparison.

Went to a wedding out in Wellington. Thanks to menopausal Cape Town weather [you are hopeless] I went out and bought a pashmina to keep me warm and/or dry. If you don’t know what a pashmina is, let me educate you. I shopped around Constantia Village and worked out that the average pashmina was going to cost about R100-R150. I eventually found one that I liked in a fancy-pants store which was tucked away in a quiet, little corner.

[Stick with me, this story gets better.]

I picked it up, the price tag said R135 [or so I thought]. It was so soft and pretty: what a steal! I handed it over, swiped my card, and halfway through signing the slip I noticed an extra zero hanging about. I had misread the tag. Yes that’s right folks, I had just paid R1350… for a pashmina. I almost threw up in a nearby potplant. Happiness may be expensive … but extreme horror ain’t cheap either. I can only conclude that the pashmina was made by blind nuns in India, then sent via Tibet [where it was blessed by the Dalai Lama himself, obvs] and then flown back to Cape Town in Trumps personal jet.

This above pic was taken just before we left on the epic journey to the wedding. [Got lost on the way home; Mbekweni rocks.] And if you look closely, you’ll note that there is NO pashmina.  The pic below was taken when we were half-way there and round about the time that I realised  I had forgotten the world’s most expensive pashmina, at home, in my bedroom, on my dressing table.

Great.

This is now my  official “I fail at life” face.

Lessons Learnt: Read the pricetag. Don’t forget stuff. Don’t buy pashminas. Superglue things to yourself.

*image sourced here