The Dinner party and my piece of shit car

My new ride.

It’s an 80’s Model 200 Mercedes.

I do believe that pictures are worth a thousand  words. And my new ride is definitely worth a few words mainly “piece”, “of” and “shit”.

But it’s my piece of shit car and it has potential to be a kick ass ride.

Now that I think about it. . . .Not really. . . but it’s still an interesting piece of machinery.

In other news, we had a very interesting little dinner party where I met some more people. They were all of Mallory’s closest confidants. All were American, except for an English bloke who went to Princeton. Nothing new to report, except that they were nice people, and I may see them sooner than I think because. .

They LOVE to party

Their stories are nearly on par with my own (many) drunken nights, but what made theirs epic was the fact that they did it all in the backdrop of South Africa-mainly Cape Town where half the shit you do, no one cares about.

I’ll end this post with a cute little saying one of Mallory’s friends said which I thought was hysterical.

“Oh night. When the world becomes my bathroom” (in response to how she urinates frequently outside when she’s intoxicated).

Buenos Noches,

Carolyn