So last night I got to attend the 5 for Change black tie charity ball. Unlike Cinderalla, I don’t have a tream of singing dancing vermin at my disposal to help me pull off le glam, so I relied on a Crest tooth whitening strip, copious amounts of ModelCo Tan Mousse and a curling iron.
Initially I was nervy about rocking up at a black tie affair in a kort rokkie, but was relieved to find that, as it was so bloody hot, pretty much everyone else did the same. Also, that turned out to be the least of my worries… Upon arrival, I discovered that my ‘carriage’ had turned into a frikken pumpkin in that I had a nice flat tyre.
Still, there was someone else who had it worse; Fashion blogger Jasna of Fashion Jazz had managed to drive into a pillar in the parking lot!
Luckily, she found a team of chicas to help her PICK UP THE CAR so as to remove it from the pillar!
Bwhahahaha… Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh, that’s just so ugly of me… (especially since I did buggerall to help…) Bwhahahah… okay, I’ll stop now… Bwhahahah…
Anyway, let’s talk about the ball… It all went down at Fairweather House in Woodstock in a nice, big semi-industrial-looking hall. Each of the events’ five charities had their own little stand where you could find out more about them. (To learn more yourself, take a squizz at the 5 for Change Facebook page over here.)
Peeps on the scene included hot model-y chicas, the usual bloggery bunch and a few media personalities like Espresso’s Kia Johnston. I’d often heard her name bandied about and knew she’d won ‘best hat’ at the Queen’s Plate, but didn’t actually know what she looked like. (As I live le glam-tastic ‘retrenched girl’ lifestyle, I’m never up early enough to catch her show…) As it turns out, she’s a v kiff chick.
See my dress? It’s from Forever New and the above pic really doesn’t do it justice, but I totally LOVE it! It was a gift from my little sis. (Mands, I now TOTALLY forgive you for scarring me for life – on the FACE – with a frikken nutcracker when I was seven… Like really… I’ve now totally let it go and wouldn’t even think about it… every day… if it wasn’t, you know… on my face… for life…)
Alex/Cape Town Girl was also out and about with her Prince Charming, James.
Aside from being Alex’s personal trainer, James is also the owner of Roark Gyms. They’re all set to open in Feb and they have a great opening special that you can take advantage of over here. What are you waiting for? Go, go, go!*
Anyhoo… getting back to people stalking… the biggest celeb at the VIP bash would have to be Kristanna Loken AKA ‘that hot chick from Terminator 3’.
She looked tres mooi in a cheery yellow gown and helped roll out the night’s auction of which all the proceeds went to charity. Alas, I missed most of this as I was too busy skinnering in a corner with Clayton and Kia while helping Jas commiserate her uber-kak car situation with copious caramel vodkas. (This is probably why my head now feels like its going to explode and spray blood all over my keyboard as I type…)
Anyway, food-wise, I really enjoyed this yummy mini macaroni dish:
It was definitely a nice change from the usual ‘boring salmon blini’ or ‘super messy sushi’ event fodder I tend to live on. They also had the most delish handmade pistachio and chocolate ice cream cones.
Despite the fact that I know dairy and wheat aren’t my friends, I scoffed a good two of them and bloated up to the size of whale. I then had to spend most of the night holding in my stomach so as not to be lambasted for boozing while knocked up. Still, it was totally worth it… Later, I snuck off to the roof for a sneaky post din din smook on the balcony with local model Sibu who’s about to skulk down the catwalks at London Fashion Week…
We then ran downstairs to catch his boet, Bheki (the choccie bit of I Scream & the Chocolate Stix) absolutely KILL it on stage. When they played Schizo (which is like the BEST driving n’ dancin’ in your car song ever!) I thought I was going erupt from all the awesomeness.
Afterwards, I snuck backstage and snapped a pic of a sexy semi-nekked Bheks, ‘cos everyone knows that no big night out is complete without a hot shirtless electro-rock star…
A big thank you to Kirsten (she’s the PR peep who’s co put the bash together), this was a fab night out for five super-worthy causes. Perhaps next year we can help raise money to send Jas on an advanced driving course? Mwhahahah…
Love, love
Leigh
*Please forgive that shameless l’il punt. A little while back I ran into some unexpected legal dramz and Alex was kind enough to set James, who also happens to be a lawyer, on them. All it took was one scarily worded legal letter and the evil peep who was pretty much trying to extort cash from me went *poof* and disappeared. Yayness all round…
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Omg, you biatch, hahahaa, that was a brilliant post! I am good driver just had no idea that parking space was soo tiny!!!!
Bwhahaha… Every time I look at that piccie I just burst out laughing. Heheheheh. Shame babe, in all seriousness I hope you manage to find someone who can sort it out on the cheap. I know what its like to have to deal with panel beaters (if anyone’s a kak driver, it’s me), so here’s hoping you find a good one who won’t charge you the earth. X x x