I saw car racing!!!!!!!!!! I am talking gritty, over a thousand people watching, underground, midnight races. We randomly ran into the unofficial Indy 500 on the way home last night. There was a long stretch of road that was suspiciously empty and all of a sudden we saw two cars squeal onto the road in front of us and noticed that on either side of the road were hundreds and hundreds of cars parked with people watching. It was like tailgating, except with flashy teenagers from the hood instead of 50-year old university alumni. And except for the fact that we were not with the jailbait tailgaters, we were freaking in the middle of the race.
Let me just say, that it was a wonderful cultural experience that fully broadened by horizons. Vive la Africa!
Aaand, regarding other new and exciting South African things, we had just come from picking my cousin up from Grand West Casino. Casinos are an even bigger thing here than they are on Native American reservations. Seriously. Tulalip Casino is to Grand West like Wild Waves is to Disneyland. In huge, gawdy splediforousness, and in popularity. Amazingly, my cousin won 20,000 rand the other night, which initself was cool. Then, she gave me 500 and her brother 1,000 to spend today. Terribly fun to have a no-strings-attached requirement to go on a shopping spree.
It was actually a little bit hard to find stuff where we were though, because "in" south african clothes for females are so different than in the US. There is wayway less bohemian chic and wayway more shiny-ness and animal print. You know how some places like to sell shirts where there are faux snakeskin belts or jewelry items attached? Like that...which is not exactly me. Pshaw. And Josh says that I dress very un-girly. He probably thinks this because whenever I stay over with him I am running around in cozy clothes like sweatpants and sweatshirts, but also because the Cape Town version of girly and feminine is more like constant heels, shiny jewelry and sharp little button up shirts with vests. Now I feel all defensive about my clothing style or lack thereof.....(I am being unfair though, because I actually know he wasn't equating ungirly-ness with lack of style, but I also know he would prefer girly-ness). Anyway, I am complaining for no reason though, because I got an adorable new bag and a sweater and a shirt...all thanks to my cousin and Grand West.
"Resentment is like drinking poison and then hoping it will kill your enemies."
-Nelson Mandela
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