Last weekend, myself and a bunch of girlfriends decided it would be a good idea to rent a shuttle bus to get us to and from this year’s Bastille Festival in Franschhoek. It made perfect sense as we planned to get jiggy with an array of champers, yet make it home alive. Still… I’d like to point out that, at one point, I did offer to be the Designated Dora, but my friends are all of the impression that, whether sobre or dronk, I still drive like kak… (and KP takes great joy in refering to my beloved li’l Kia as ‘the white cake tin o’ death…’) Nice girls, nice…

Anyway, this all took place on the Saturday, the morning after all those Fashion Week after parties, so you can just imagine that I was hung like a freakin’ donkey. No amount of Clarins Beauty Flash Balm could save me from looking and feeling like drek. To make matters worse, I got to enjoy one of those soul crushin’ low self-esteem days where no amount of ‘what the frik are you on about’ could stop me from wanting to hide out on an island reserved for ugly people. To make matters worse, I had to roll with stylestar Clauds and her perfectly accessorized sis, Tess:

After a quick cuppa at La Vie, we all piled into our bus and hit the road. This is were I stuffed an entire bag of Woolies’ spicy Bugle chips into my bod and snapped one of my favourite piccies:

Once at the festival, we parked off at a table just outside the main tent and proceeded to drink our way through several different wines and champagnes that I now can’t remember the names of. We also got stuffed on huge wheels of camembert and brie as well as oysters that were eight bucks a pop.

 And yes, I like a dash of oyster with my Tabasco…

Look how adorable we look, enjoying the festival to the max:

You’d never think that just six hours later we’d be strewn across the pavement like bergies while waiting for our ride. In fact, it was at this point that darling Lara (the chicklette on the right in the foreground) started using her (real) Louis Vuitton handsak as an ash tray… Sjoe!

Needless to say, the next day was an adco-dol addled blur o’ pain, but this was still a rad day out and tooo-tally worth it.

Love, love (or should I say au revoir…)

Leigh

P.S. Aside from all the food and booze, do you know what’s awesome about big festivals like this one? The ‘interesting’ people who come on out to play… folk like ‘Teddy boy’ over here:

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