Once I learned that we weren’t playing for cash and just for fun, I kinda threw my chips around – but kept on winning regardless!
After about twenty minutes I got a bit bored so I piled all my winnings onto black and lost the equivalent of a down payment on a small flat in town. Ag nee… To drown my sorrows, I decided to prop up the bar for a bit with local hottie Aidan Whytock.
You might recognise Aidan from the Investic ad that’s playing on the big screen at the mo. He’s also the Cape Town brand ambassador for Peroni beer and essentially gets paid to be ridiculously good looking while sipping Italian beer at fancy events. He’s a good guy to
suck up to know as he can get you through the door to kick-ass Peroni bashes like the infamous yacht party KP and I hit up earlier this year. As he’s currently without a chica, I’d advise all you single ladies to make a plan and get in there, but he’ll be leaving for the states soon to rob Hugh Grant of a job…
After consuming far too much free champers (God, we just love Blakes… ), Gia and I passed out for a bit on a couch.
We kinda hoped Aidan would come over and at least try to take advantage of us in our semi-conscious state, but he’d been sucked into serious conversation back at the bar. Thus, we gathered up our shizz and slithered off to bed. (Gia’s currently living in my guest room. My boyfriend’s thrilled ‘cos she does all the dishes, washes our clothes and makes countless cups of coffee for all three of us. In fact, it’s kinda like Three’s Company right now, except we’ve got two Chrissy’s. No boring Janet’s allowed…)
So ja… I really do regret being too swamped to actually catch a CTFW fashion show, (I hear Gavin Rajah was awesome), but at least I got to do the rounds at the partytjies and they were all fun, fun, fun!
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