Life in the times it seems. As South Africa is hosting the world cup the duty of escourting foreigners around my town has fallen on my shoulders. Last night it was the epic game of Spain VS Portugal. Ironically, in my country there as SHIT LOADS of porras and hardly any spanish.
After picking some italian foreigners up for a night out we proceeded to watch the game at the italian club on a massive screen on a field. Wearing my spanish gear, i stuck out like a sore thumb. But low and behold, the crowd started to fill with more spain supporters and as a result i was NOT murdered when Spain won (what a relief right?).
That still left the issue of the italians. It is winter here, so forgive me, but i did feel like prettying myself up to go to a trendy club till early hours of the morning - yes i'm a grouch and i'm not even old ;-) In the end we took them to a rock/goth/ i actually don't know? club called "Doors" - named after "The doors" (self explanitry right?) I must admit, watching two sweetly plucked italians (one girl and one guy) who do 'physical education' try and blend in with a bunch of goths was amusing. Some may say that I am a bad host? I completely disagree, i was merely showing them the diversity of my land :-)
Driving them home and dropping them off I am quite certain they were relieved to be rid of us. Nevertheless, I am seeing them on thursday again! Hmmm.... what to plan?
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