A real life mountain

I climbed a real life mountain, in a pair of skinny pants and Clark's (like mens office shoes).
I really am that hardcore.

I should prob'ly mention that I'm back to my real life in Cape Town. I love Cape Town. In a week I'll be hating the weather, asshat drivers and having to pay my own food bill, but right now I love it.

Back to the mountaineering:
It started, like it always does, with a drink. I had missed Matt's 21st last year so I said I'd take him out for a drink. After our second jug we decided to go up to the mountain (no, not that mountain, we did Lion's Head - not as amazing, but come on) 'coz you know, doing touristy things can be fun even without the German tour guide. We came back to my place and sorted out a picnic, by which I mean we got a packet of crisps, a veggie loaf thingy and a bottle of tonic water from my friendly spar. We then filled a water bottle with gin and tonic. I know, but it didn't feel like such a bad idea at the time.

We got to the base and decided to climb up instead of just hanging out at the base. It was a dumb idea. We made it though. And yes my shoes are ruined and my phone hurts from when I wacked it into the mountain, but I feel like I achieved something.

Afters we had dinner at Matt's place (post shower) and went out coz we deserved to.

I drank too much and managed to scrape my knee, sprain my wrist and scrape the back of my arm. Also my kitchen looks like I feel. And I woke up on the floor still holding a tube of Deep Heat (closed).
Never again.

Just remembered: I bumped into the lead singer of my favourite, as yet unfamous, band (Mama Know Nothing) and completely did the fanboy thing. I'm never touching that gin stuff ever again.