On Friday night, Ferdi, Martin, Basti, Berny and I went to the Randfontein Show – Martin and Berny’s motherland, haha. Ferdi was nervous about the whole prospect of being surrounded by Afrikaans people and Bok van Blerk fans (one and the same people, I suppose). He even considered putting on kortbroeke and leaving his shoes at home just to blend in with the crowd.
I was quite amazed with the whole set up once we parked our cars at Martin’s home and walked 2 blocks to the fair grounds. It was filled with people, hundreds of stalls, and at least three beer tents. And amusement rides! Berny insisted I first go with her to the Ghost House as this was her annual tradition. So I obliged since I thought, how scary could this possibly be? We paid for our tickets and waited in line until the guy at the front announced to the “ghosts” that two beautiful ladies were now coming in.
We never did make it back to our beer tent. Instead we stopped off at another where we saw Mark Beiling from Mean Mister Mustard setting up. We stayed there till the end, almost 2 hours of cover songs, and one original. It actually wasn’t that bad, he played a lot of my favourite oldies and Berny and I danced in front of the stage all night. At time we were the only ones, at which time two very drunk guys decided to “rescue” us cause two girls cant be dancing alone. They soon lost interest. Thank God.
I was quite amazed with the whole set up once we parked our cars at Martin’s home and walked 2 blocks to the fair grounds. It was filled with people, hundreds of stalls, and at least three beer tents. And amusement rides! Berny insisted I first go with her to the Ghost House as this was her annual tradition. So I obliged since I thought, how scary could this possibly be? We paid for our tickets and waited in line until the guy at the front announced to the “ghosts” that two beautiful ladies were now coming in.
We were lead by a girl with a torch and I immediately grabbed Berny’s hand. Was this a good time to tell her that I am actually afraid of the dark? Hmmm. Yes, people, the Queen of Darkness herself is actually afraid of the dark. How ironic. Scary creatures leaped out of nowhere and freaked the hell out of me and Berny. We actually even screamed. How pathetic, since we knew these were just a bunch of schoolkids dressed in their Halloween costumes trying to give us a scare. Old horror movies made their way back into my imagination; I just could not help myself. At least there weren’t any c-c-c-c-c-c-lowns!!!
Feeling exhilarated we were now ready to drink. After wasting time walking around the field, we found a beer tent, got our beers and sat down. I was feeling a bit hungry so once we downed the beer Berny and I went in search of some very oily vetkoeks. Berny though she would be funny by speaking in high English to the Afrikaans man at the stall and asked for “two plain mince fatcakes, please”. I had to look away before I burst out laughing.
On our way back to the beertent we stopped at the main tent to watch a bit of Patricia Lewis, South Africa’s very own Dolly Parton / Barbie. It seems she has only one signature move that she does repeatedly, swirling around, her long Rapunzel-like hair flowing in the air. Made me want to get my scissors. Im surprised she doesn’t get dizzy. If I had to try that once I would look like a disorientated drunk. Berny and I stood at the front to get a few pictures and ducked whenever her husband tried to film us. After two songs, we walked out.
Feeling exhilarated we were now ready to drink. After wasting time walking around the field, we found a beer tent, got our beers and sat down. I was feeling a bit hungry so once we downed the beer Berny and I went in search of some very oily vetkoeks. Berny though she would be funny by speaking in high English to the Afrikaans man at the stall and asked for “two plain mince fatcakes, please”. I had to look away before I burst out laughing.
On our way back to the beertent we stopped at the main tent to watch a bit of Patricia Lewis, South Africa’s very own Dolly Parton / Barbie. It seems she has only one signature move that she does repeatedly, swirling around, her long Rapunzel-like hair flowing in the air. Made me want to get my scissors. Im surprised she doesn’t get dizzy. If I had to try that once I would look like a disorientated drunk. Berny and I stood at the front to get a few pictures and ducked whenever her husband tried to film us. After two songs, we walked out.
We never did make it back to our beer tent. Instead we stopped off at another where we saw Mark Beiling from Mean Mister Mustard setting up. We stayed there till the end, almost 2 hours of cover songs, and one original. It actually wasn’t that bad, he played a lot of my favourite oldies and Berny and I danced in front of the stage all night. At time we were the only ones, at which time two very drunk guys decided to “rescue” us cause two girls cant be dancing alone. They soon lost interest. Thank God.
(Disclaimer: I cannot be held responsible for any injury to your well-being the above picture may do)
The only problem with this was the we soon sobered up completely, having only drunk one beer. After Mark finished, we loitered back stage trying to get a picture taken with Mark for our groupie collection. Haha. By then the boys had found us, showing off their Patricia Lewis signed bellies. Shame. Eventually we got Mark’s attention and got our pictures taken with him. Martin asked him if he was from Eden. He didn’t seem to hear him so I repeated Martin’s question and laughed my ass off. Martin then decided to hug him – its all on camera. Poor oke.
By then the evening was practically over as all the stalls were closing at 11pm. Berny and I were disappointed cause we were dead sober while he boys were tipsy and hadn’t even managed to go on one of the rides. But at least we had fun. After sobering up Ferdi, we said goodbye and went our long drive home. Randfontein never ceases to amaze me!
I now leave you with these two pictures. Ponder on them if you will, and make your deductions. I will share mine tomorrow.
1 comment:
Hello Larry! Hahahahahah
Man it was indeed fun, and I proved to myself that I can stay sober. Who would have thought?
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