Memoirs of a Steamy Picasso

I had a really great weekend, which made me forget why I was so angry on Friday. I would like to keep that feeling for today at least, so I’m not going to continue my bitch about IT, but I’ll tell you about my cool weekend.

Friday - Dezza sent out an email invite for the movies. The boyfriend and I accepted and we were going to meet him at Canal Walk, turns out plans had changed and the venue had changed (Thanks, Dezza!!), with no time too catch up with the rest, the boyfriend and I went ahead and watched “Memoirs of a Geisha”. Not really his type of movie (romance/period piece), but he was a sport, I don’t think he fell asleep once. I on the other hand I completely enjoyed it, I like the whole oriental thing, the colours, veiled looks and flattering eye lashes. If you like sweeping romances then I recommend this movie. Don’t get me wrong I do enjoy my skop, skit and donder movies…

On Saturday we watched a decent soccer match. Ok so Liverpool fans will say that it was an amazing match that won them the FA Cup. I will admit that Stevie G’s goal was brilliant. In the evening we had dinner with a bunch of cool people at Marimba’s at the ICC. It was nice to meet new people, so I must thank Nova for organising this event.

Most of Sunday was spent trying out my new steam cleaner that the boyfriend bought for me. I wanted it because I saw it an info-mercial, he did not buy it to stop me from shopping and get me cleaning, like he thinks. But its such a cool toy, I can steam my clothes on the hanger (no more running around in the morning), defrost the fridge in 7 minutes and sanitise the stove really quickly, not that it was ever my hearts desire to sanitise the stove before I got the steamer, but I can and in the end that’s all that matters. Needless to say I spent many hours messing around with it. The actually reason for the purchase was to get rid of some mildew in the bathroom that was eating away at the back of my mind, not sure if I got around to that (it’s all a blur of steam).

I did take a break to see an exhibition for Picasso and Africa at the Iziko National Gallery. It was not mind blowing, maybe because we missed the tour and some of the stuff that was on display were probably rough sketches. But there was a side exhibition for Indian artists, which was really good.