Dinner @ Anne's Parents Home
I spent the day at work so that was as fun as the day got - getting drown by THE BOSS with his usual philosophical talks. I managed to break free just before dinner and my mood was already murdered. The thought of seeing Naidoo tonight... that didn't help.
We arrived at Anne's parents place at 1900 hours. As usual, Anne's mum was an excellent host who prepared for us a variety of pastries. Yummy. Cosy atmosphere was the perfect reason for everyone to kick off those shoes and laze in a comfortable slouch postion on the couch. Small talks and casual chats, a nice evening that's what it was - ALMOST.
In case anyone forgets, there was Naidoo. Ah yes. Naidoo. He was so engrossed sucking up to Anne's dad I was ready to puke. Who was he to do all that sucking up when the son-in-law, Hennie, was not even doing it. The sight was so repulsive that I started making snide/sarcastic comments below my breath. I thought no one heard me. But apparently my disgust was that obvious. Hennie could not help breaking up in bouts of chuckles. Anne was rolling her eyes at Naidoo and giggled now and again when she heard my biting remarks. Vinnie? I guess he had put me on ignore mode.
That, my friends, became the talk of the night between Hennie, Anne and myself when we got back home. I am sure that if someone had attempted to tap me on my back at that moment, I would have a fountain of mushed pastries gushing out of my mouth.
Too many issues.
Too big an ego.
Too many insecurities.
Too many of too many.
Definitely messed up.
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9 April 2005 (Saturday)
The Last Supper
Vinnie had breakfast with Naidoo. Only him and Naidoo. We were all not invited. Whatever. And so I heard Naidoo was going to do the holy-schmolly thing and wanted to have a 'talk' with Vinnie about his sexuality. In other words, he was having a private talk with Vinnie to encourage a break-up with Ingo.
Oh boy were we (Anne, Hennie and myself) pissed off.
Fine.
We are all Christians.
So is Vinnie except that he broke away from Christianity because of his sexuality.
But was there a need for Naidoo to instigate a break up on His (Naidoo) Royal Holy grounds?
I think not.
And most of all, we adore Ingo to bits.
Anne had to attend a workshop that morning so I dated Hennie for breakfast at my favourite House of Coffee at Preller Plein. This breakfast date is a custom between Hennie and myself. I would treat him everytime I'm back in Bloem, sit back and have a nice chat. So what would make this visit any difference? Besides, I do enjoy having time to catch up with Hennie. Hennis was the one who made all that wonderful furnitures in my house and both Anne and himself were always there to help me when I had to move house. He was Mr Handyman. He makes DIY home decorating look TOO easy. I always enjoy visiting their home. Don't expect each visit to be the same. He has a niche at moving furnitures and restoring bargain-hunts to spice up their cosy home. And that... is Hennie.
So the day was pretty much to each their own - Anne to her workshop, Naidoo doing his holy-talk with Vinnie and Hennie and me chatting.
We had pre-booked for dinner at Butcher Brothers down by the Waterfront. This was our last supper together. Vinnie was spending the rest of his holiday in SA with his parents. So it was the chaotic five's final reunion - Vinnie, Anne, Hennie, Naidoo & myself. Quite obviously, except for Vinnie, the rest of us were reluctant for Naidoo's company. But we decided to grit our teeth and TRY to enjoy dinner.
Anne & Hennie posing for the camera
Left : Naidoo & Vinnie
Right Vinnie & Me (Most reluctantly having my pic taken)
It did not work out all that well. The three of us were obviously bored as Dan engaged in a private conversation with Vinnie, ignoring our presence. We were irritated and I guess my displeasure was the most blatant. It defeated the meaning of a REUNION. It was then that I realised that was it. The friendship with Naidoo was over. It was impossible to put the two of us in the same room. The intensity of our hostility could easily murder the people around us. I was DYING for the dinner to be over.
When dinner FINALLY ended after what felt like ETERNITY, I thought we could break free from this nightmare but no. Coffee at Naidoo's new home. Good God! I felt like I had just been buried another ten feet deeper into the ground.
"Must we go? Like really.... must we? must we?", I whined to Anne. I knew the answer but I had to whine. I was like a child looking for false hope by asking a hopeless question. I dragged my blistered feet to Naidoo's home like I was laden with weights. We arrived at Naidoo's and he offered to make coffee. Whatever. He started showing off his masterpieces (clothes) to Vinnie. Whatever. Anne and I stood at the mini-balcony, sipped our coffee and discussed disgust.
And then, like a completely different man, Naidoo emerged with Vinnie and joined us at the balcony. He actually started being more humanly and chatted like nothing ever happened. Bubble above the head : EITHER Anne and I were talking alot louder than we released OR Vinnie had a talk with him. Either way... WHATEVER.
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