How I fell and all and all and all

So how can I explain what happened this weekend in the shortest manner possible? It’s very difficult, let me tell you. It was definitely one of the best weekends that I have ever had. Normally I dread going to these youth get-togethers but this year was definitely different. I got to know so many people and had tons of fun with them. We arrived at Wartburg at 21:30 after a long, tiresome drive from JHB. We dropped our stuff at the hostel then made our way to the church were most of the youth was already there, having just finished with a braai. The people that I really wanted to see (or rather, the guy) still hadn’t arrived so I was a bit bored. We left after an hour and returned to the hostel. Our guys were still on the way from JHB so my friend Claudia and I waited outside the hostel for them, with my box of wine. By the time they arrived it was almost midnight and we were pissed beyond belief. As luck would have it, so were the guys. We squeezed into their car and went to the Hof (the local pub) for more dop. The older youth were already there partying up a storm and so was the guy that I badly wanted to see. We talked kak the whole night and drank till the early hours of the morning. It was definitely a big jol.

At 4am we decided it was definitely time to go to sleep so we made our way back to the hostel, only to find that it was closed and we had no way of getting in. Fortunately we managed to crash at a girls’ place. There were about 10 of us, but luckily, plenty of beds. I didn’t sleep much, one of the guys snored the whole night. Next day Claudia raced back to the hostel for a quick shower as we had less than hour before we needed to be in church for the service and singing. Now that was a load of kak, cause we hardly practised most of the songs, and, our friend saved us seats right in front. Never a good idea.

At least our youth group’s song went very well, we had electric guitars and all so we rocked. People cheered and whistled at the end. After all that, we had lunch, which I stupidly skipped cause I was hungover – I didn’t eat anything till that evening which was a bad thing cause I almost passed out during the games. Before the games started we did two German folk dances on the sports fields, which went quite well. Then the games began. First we had ball-ubern-strick and I was very surprised that we won two out of three games. That secured our place in the semi-finals (we came runners up overall, our best performance ever). The volleyball was even better, as I mentioned yesterday, we won. We were so ecstatic. I screamed as soon as the final whistle blew, even though we were still playing. I was proud to have been captain of the winning team.

We definitely celebrated that night. After taking a much needed two hour nap, we went to a party at the church where we drank, talked kak and I danced with a guy called Frik. He is a very good dancer and in no time I got the hang of the lang-arm dance. After that we all again went to the hof. I thought, since we partied so much the night before, that we’d call it a night early on Saturday night. But no, we managed to go on till 4 am again. I played some pool and then I went back to the hostel with one of the guys from my youth, Wayne. Of course, the hostel was closed but this time we decided we’d jump over the fence. Wayne went first so that he could show me how to go over. He climbed a tree, put both feet on a very unstable wire fence, then jumped over to the other side. I was terrified cause I hate climbing trees and I know I am a terrible klutz. I took a deep breath and started to climb the tree. That didn’t seem too bad. But as soon as I put one foot on the fence I lost my balance and fell to the ground, screaming. It was at least 2 metres that I fell. I hit the back of my head against the tree and cut my hand open. I got up immediately, and laughed. I must have been in pain but because I was drunk I didn’t feel much. But as soon as I saw my hand I wanted to cry. I told Wayne to go to on without me, but he refused to leave me. Luckily the rest of the guys arrived, so they helped me get over the fence. They thought it was hilarious, of course, and enjoyed every moment of it, especially the one who had to push me from behind. As soon as I was over, I let out a huge sigh of relief! I shouted my thanks to the guys and made my way to my room, making a lot of noise. Turns out, we managed to wake up most of the hostel. Ha ha.

The next day we had a very long boring service, in which I struggled to keep awake. We then said our sad goodbyes to everyone we partied with and made the long drive back to Joburg. I was exhausted, sore, and hungover but it was all worth it. I just hope I get to see some of these people soon. They definitely made my weekend.

Oh, and I had to have a tetanus shot yesterday, for the cut on my hand. It hurts like hell, but it serves me right for pretending to be a monkey and climbing trees!