SEX AND THE MOTHER CITY VOLUME 3 - DRUNK DIALLING

We’ve all done it and after a couple of cocktails, alas, we’ll do it again. The universally stupid mistake that will leave us hanging our heads the next morning. You know what I’m referring to, you got it: Drunk dialling.

Let’s paint a picture shall we. Your latest guy has neglected to treat you in the manner you deserve. So what; you don’t need him, you’re going to organize a girl’s night out on the town. You are going to celebrate your independence and general fabulosity

 Aa well as enjoying a few drinks and some sisterly bonding. You book a table at a chic new nightspot and even get your hair and nails done. You all arrive looking svelte and gorgeous and your confidence is soaring. This is going to be fun. After the first cocktail, you idly check your phone, more out of habit than anything, but you notice that you don’t have any missed calls or texts. Not to worry, those really cute guys at the bar have been giving you the eye. After cocktail number two you reach into your bag for gloss and notice your phone. Nothing. Whatever, who cares right?

Now with the passage of time and tequila this scene turns from one of  ‘independent womanhood’ to ‘single white female.’ You check your phone again, this time on purpose. Still no call, not even a text. ‘I wonder what he’s up to tonight?’

 ‘I should call him.’ Four tiny little words, one colossally bad idea.

And so in a fit of cocktail fuelled stupidity you sneak off to the bathroom out of earshot of your well meaning, disapproving friends to hit that little green button in the hopes of a fabulously flirtatious conversation and a passionate late night tryst with Mr So Not A Good Idea. And lets face it, you know it’s not a good idea – it’s why you snuck off to the bathroom in the first place. No answer. Naturally, you leave a message. Even worse idea.

So why do you do it? Are you just horny or are you hoping in your alcohol induced fuzz that this call will lead him to realize you are in fact the woman of his dreams and you’ll live happily ever after all because you were brave enough to pick up the phone on this fateful night. Lay off the vodka lady! This will not have the fairytale ending that you are hoping for… how many fairytales do u know of that start with ‘I got drunk and called him at 2am…’

In the morning you will now have to deal with a massive hangover and the humiliating knowledge that he is sharing a beer with friends whilst playing your drunken diatribe on speakerphone. Repeatedly. My advice is simple; Put two aspirin and a litre of water next to your bed and delete his number before leaving the house to meet the girls. You’ll thank me in the morning.

VIDEO OF THE WEEK

Because sometimes we all feel like we've fallen and we can't get up!!!!!

ME AND THE V8 VANTAGE

Everybody has good and bad days at the office. I don't work in an office, but the saying holds true for me too.

This was a good day, a very good one. It started with a call from Times reporter, Andrea Nagel, during which she asked me if I would be kind enough to take some time out of my day to test the Aston Martin V8 Vantage.

Gee, let me think about this one.. YES!!!

0-100 in 4.9 seconds. V8, 4.7 litres, 420 BHP and 470 nm torque with a top speed of 290km/hr. Just in case you were wondering, NO I am not merely repeating facts. I am, in fact a complete petrol head. If you don't believe me, just ask Thomas the motor journo for The Times.  What can I say, I'm an only child and my dad wanted a boy.

This car was taylor made for me, down to the devilish red color which incidentally matched not only the sole of my louboutins but my high-speed, hard cornering inner soul too. In fact, the only fault I can lay on the car is the rather jerky gear change when it's in automatic. But when you look like that, why should you need to know how to change your own gears ;-p

Check out the Drive Times in The Times Newspaper today!!

GQ Best Dressed Man of the Year

Last night saw a LOT of really good looking, well dressed men gathering at the magnificent Westcliff hotel in Gauteng for the 5th annual GQ best dressed Man awards. Naturally, due the the extreme concentration of the aforementioned, I snapped up my invite and went along to ogle all the beautiful suits and the specimens inside them.

The bubbly was lovely and the Chivas cocktails didn't disappoint, even though it took me a few moments to pluck up the courage to try the egg white one (thanks Alan Ford). The guests all looked stunning, especially Anele with her stunning blue and black dress (above) and Lee-Ann Liebenberg in her sequined dress and Louboutins, but she'd look good in a sack!

Loading Bay (best breakfast in Cape Town as well as having great clothes) owner, Jon-Paul Bolus won the night and it was a well-deserved victory. The night ended at the grand old hour of 10pm due to my shooting schedule, but the parting gift bag was filled with Nike gear, Boss fragrances and this month's GQ, which features yours truly and her funnier side!

So if you haven't picked up your November copy of the GQ yet, go grab one soon...

VIDEO OF THE WEEK - This happens to me way too many mornings

Glamour Magazine's Signature Sarita shoot

There is nothing better than getting offered the chance to be dressed, pressed, primped and Photographed for one of the countries most stylish magazines and that is exactly what happened to me when the amazing peeps from Glamour called and asked me to be a part of the Sarita Signature Shoot with photographer dejour Brett Rubin.

The shoot took place at the beautiful Monarch Hotel in the heart of Rosebank, where I was joined by gorgeous model Mandy Mohammed, Isidingo's Hlubi Mboya and my bestie, Isabella De Villiers.

Uber Stylist, Melissa Maxted dressed us all in Black Coffee, hot on the heels of their Berlin Fashion Week debut. There was almost a romantic 'modern Marie Antoinette' feel to the morning and both fun and fantasy was had by all.

These are a couple behind-the-scenes pics that Thulane shot on my Blackberry, so for the stunning finished product, don't forget to grab a copy of this month's GLAMOUR MAGAZINE on shelves from today!

'Ye Old' DVD review - Weird Science

Two unpopular teenagers, Gary and Wyatt, fail at all attempts to be accepted by their peers. Their desperation to be liked leads them to "create" a woman via their computer. Their living and breathing creation is a gorgeous woman, Lisa, whose purpose is to boost their confidence and make them popular. Unfortunately for the boys she has a habit of  putting them into situations which can be very dangerous for Gary and Wyatt, making their dream girl somewhat of a devil in leather and heels.

Memorable Quotes from the world's most perfect woman:

Lisa: Just for that I ought to give you a set of elephant balls!

Lisa: So, what would you little maniacs like to do first?

Lisa: Don't threaten me Al! You're out of shape, I'll kick your arse.

John Hughes actually wrote this whole film in 2 days and named the character of Lisa after Apple Mac's first GUI computer the 'Apple Lisa.'


So lets all jump in the so-called time machine and take a trip back to the 80's where shoulder pads were cool, neon socks were everywhere and science never looked this good...

FINESSE MAGAZINE ARTICLE

In case you missed last month's Finesse Magazine, here's a look at the interview I did for them about special relationships that girls have with their hairdressers.

Casarredo Launch

Thursday night saw us all sitting under the stars enjoying a floating dinner for the launch of the new store, Casarredo in Melrose. Jennifer Su, who was MCing, even treated guests to a little opera whilst they sipped on champagne and Jean Paul Gaultier "Prêt-à-Porter" 2009 Limited Edition Bottle Evian Water.

We all took a stroll around the store, which is so big, that I didn't even bump into Tsotsi's Terry Pheto or Cindy Nell, who I believe both looked stunning. We did however have lots of fun with Graeme from idols and his fiance Kim.

VIDEO OF THE WEEK - BABY PANDA SNEEZES

This one just gets funnier everytime you watch it!

GUY CANDY OF THE MONTH - ED WESTWICK

This Gossip Girl hottie makes evil look so damn good that he has girls throwing away their crucifixes and diving into limos all over Manhattan. But what is most sexy about Weswick are the differences between him and his character Chuck Bass.

Most of you must know by now that Ed is actually British, but you might not know that he was also the lead singer of an Indie Rock band called The Filthy Youth. He appeared in the British TV shows Doctors, Casualty and Afterlife and was in the sequel to Donnie Darko.

He's also going to be gracing screens as Heathcliff in Wuthering Heights and as a student obsessed with vampires in Californication season 3.

Check out this interview with the gorgeous Brit and that incredibly sexy accent:

UNTITLED

I don't even know how to start this one. I'm not even sure I know what it's about at this stage.

People knock a lot of social networking sites, especially twitter. You talk to a world of people who don't know you and probably don't care about your daily life. That's what they say; the critics. But as my great friend always reminds me; Nobody ever made a statue of a critic.

But I guess that is not the point here.

I have a facebook account, you have to be my friend to see anything on there. I have a Twitter account. That one, the world can see. The world can read everything we say, I should know, on more than a few occasions my tweets have landed me on the pages of the Times newspaper.

But that, I guess, is also not the point here.

Yes, it's a forum to randomly talk to the world and most of your friends follow you and vice versa. Often, strangers start to follow you and sometimes you follow them back. No-one thinks much of it at the time, if you're being honest you are probably more worried about the ratio between how many people you follow and how many people follow you. Actual interest is secondary to the weird popularity contest taking place. High school repeated within cyberspace.

But that too is not the point

Every now and then you do actually develop some form of friendship with people and you embark on the journey of their lives. This person on the opposite end of the world becomes a part of your daily life and you invest in theirs.

This happened with me and someone I now consider an unknown friend. She can be funny, she can be sweet and she is supportive of me and my tweets. Recently she was brave enough to share with the world her personal plight and then, without asking for pity, decided to do something about it. Not only for her, but for all those in her position. She was fighting the fight against cancer and was willing to cycle a distance that I can't comprehend in order to make a difference.

Today, the unthinkable happened. When I read on that 'silly social site' that her love had died, I was speechless; still am. I don't know what to even type next, I just know that this is where I've reached the point of this rambling.

Take it for what you will.

I am so sorry to this new, unknown friend. My thoughts are with you even though we have never met.

Anyone else who is reading this, please click on this site: http://www.firstgiving.com/believabelles

This unbelievable woman is still going to cycle for other peoples loved ones.

And don't ever think that your rambling on some social network is pointless or that there aren't those out there reading, feeling and passing your message on...

XO

DAY 'N NITE

This past Saturday was a full day of functions. Starting at the HYATT Hotel in Rosebank and ending at Manhattan nightclub for the CLEO Bachelor of the Year Awards.

We were scheduled to arrive at the Hyatt for drinks and lunch with Pepsi and Lays at 11.30, but owing to my severe lack of skills when it comes to doing my own hair and then Oxford street being closed due to the Gay Pride Parade, we were running a little late. Not a problem really, we were all running late. Unfortunately, I was at a slight disadvantage due to the fact that my foot was still bandaged from my failed attempt at wrestling a Landrover (long story, suffice it to say - I am not a Transformer).

It was so fabulous to be with friends, including Bjorn Steinbach, Isabella de Villiers and Porteus Xandau. After realizing that the bar stools we were sitting on were adjustable, there was no end to the childish fun at the table (see Porteus below enjoying lunch from the Munchkin POV)

Next up was the ICC Cricket semi final between New Zealand and Pakistan. After 20 minutes of fun in the sun in the stands (Some of us burn real easy,) we popped up to the box for more food and wine (Thank you Neels!) where we enjoyed an afternoon of watching boys, bats, fours and sixes.

Next up was a quick dash back to the Hyatt hotel to freshen up and change in preparation for the Cleo Bachelor of the Year Awards at Manhattan nightclub. Now, usually I am completely opposed to this particular watering hole and as such was slightly unsure as to whether I wanted to proceed to the next appointed venue. But boy am I glad I did. The reason you ask?

The food! This was by far the best food I have had at a function in a long time. So good in fact, that we strategically placed ourselves next to the kitchen so that we could take full advantage of pretending to be Manhattan's quality control.

By the time we had actually stuffed ourselves and taken some questionable photos with the cupcakes (much to the disapproval of the 'lesser-fun-having' guests) all of us had almost forgotten that we were here to witness the 'crowning' of Cleo's newest bachelor of the year.

I did however manage to catch the last little bit on tape. Congratulations to Egoli and Big Brother's Stefan Ludik...

VIDEO OF THE WEEK

This is just too bizarre and absolutely precious not to share with all of you...

Watch and enjoy because time goes by really, really, really, really slow when you're dead