This Saturday, Karis Piss and I got to experience a bit of la dolce vida, true Italian-style, at a Peroni yacht party.

The brands clever PR peeps invited a mixed bag o’ of interesting people and stuck them on a fleet of luxury yachts so as to liquor them up. But this wasn’t just any old booze cruise… oh no… it included DJ’s and personal chefs to ensure a delightful day of sun, fun and serious fabulosity. Celeb guests included the likes of Marc Boucher and Locnville.

After being handed ice cold Peroni’s, we headed up to the top of the yacht to work on our tans. Things were looking good. We were, like, totally living le fabulous Peroni lifestyle… but then I struck a li’l patch o’ horror…

As I’m a slow drinker, the band boys didn’t realise I wasn’t done with my beer and started using at as an ashtray! I didn’t see this and took a big fat swig o’ two stompies and dreggs!

Oh! My! God!

After that, I was man down with an extreme case of naar… I could do nothing other than lie down on the back seat, willing myself not to ‘feed’ the dolphin’s that were following us. There was an upside though – I had a string of cute boys bring me fresh drinks before slipping zexy anti-nausea bands onto my wrists… I also got to take a few pretty scenery shots:

Once we arrived at Clifton and dropped anchor, we were allowed to jumped into rubber ducky-type things and hop inbetween yachts. This is how K & I ended up on the Nautilus, where our friend David, a producer, is filming a few scenes from his new reality TV show, Clifton Shores. Tres exciting!

Still, K and I weren’t impressed… Girls that got more attention than we did? Like, how is that even possible?

Usually, in order to restore the natural balance to the land of L&K, we’d whip out our sletterig dance moves… but in light of limited floor space, we came up with something new…

That last pic’s actually pretty blurry, but I’m being forced to publish it anyway ‘cos K’s abs look absolutely killer in it and she’s v. v. proud. So proud, in fact, that I practically wore my cam’s battery down to nothing by having to flick back to it every time we ran into friends.

K: Oh my God! You HAVE to see how hot my abs look in this shot. Leigh! LEIGH! Where’s the cam?!

Friend one million and seven: Oh my. Yes, they do look rather impressive.

K: I KNOW right?! I had the WORST stomach flu last week – was sooo evil, I was practically bed ridden, it was so bad. Like, seriously, how LUCKY am I?!!

Hee hee hee…

Anyhoo, our impromptu photo shoot soon led to another one starring our mate Jeff, the Bod God, but those piccies will be best kept for another time (like when I want to bribe him into doing something for me…)

Natalie Becker actually walked in on the three of us cavorting on the big, fancy bed (and when I say ‘cavorting’, I mean posing it up to ensure our hair/abs/arms/butts looked fab from every angle. The main reason K and I get on so famously with Jeff, this year’s Mr Fitness, is ‘cos he’s the only person we know who’s vainer than we are…)

Then disaster struck once more… K got a bit too ‘jiggy with it’ and fried the shizz out of her back on a bedside lamp. Hee hee hee… (Sorry to laugh… I’m a baaad friend… )

Check it out:

Poor Natalie was actually in the en suite loo at the time of Karisa’s fry up. K’s blood curdling scream prompted Nats to shriek: ‘OMG! What are you people DOING in there?! I’m not coming out… I’m scared!’

Heheheheh…

Gotta say, Natalie’s mental well-being was a small price to pay for our l’il skouspel as it led to an offer to be extras on Clifton Shores. Woop, woop!

While the Clifton girls played out some dramz, K and I got to pretend to chat in the background. We were then filmed dancing on the deck. I have no clue if they’ll ever use the shots, but my brief flirtation with reality TV has given me a new respect for the ‘actors’… Dancing to music you can’t actually hear and ‘living it to the max’ is easy and fun for two mins, but gets a little trickier after 20. ;-P

This is Destiny Moniz, one of the leads.

In Clifton Shores, you’ll see her working for PR and marketing company, Quintessensial. It’s actually not too far from what she used to do in Vegas, working as a high end event hostess and acting as a concierce for big name celebs when they’re on the strip. (Apparently, one of the nicest sterre she’s ever worked with is Leondaro di Caprio. ‘He’s also very smart and witty…’ she says).

Love her lashes? She uses Alila Power Lash mascara, R100,00.

As far her hair goes, Destiny says she tries to avoid the blow drier as it causes too much damage. Instead, she lets her locks air dry before wrapping sections around a hot barrel to create curls.

Must say, I have no clue as to how she’ll be portrayed in the show. Chica could be a total ‘Heidi’ for all I know… but the girl I met was a total sweetheart and I liked her to bits.

Anyhoo… after schmoozing, boozing and dining on delicious Italian inspired food (think pizza, prawn pasta, carpaccio etc), we pulled back into the V&A docks for a bit of ice cold gelato.

Thanks Peroni, this was a great day out!

Ciao bella,

Leigh

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