My Pretoria Outing

On Monday morning i receive a meeting request from Michelle stating: Bulle vs. Cheetahs.
Now look, if you know anything about me, you would know i don’t watch rugby, i don’t even know who most of the rugby players are, which is great for them - one less woman going gaga over them.
I decided oh well, what do i have to loose if i get my passport ready and travel to P-Town?

Getting to the stadium was simple, bar the annoying parking attendants slapping their sticky fingers on our windscreen and the second stop to pick up our tickets.

Luckily we had entrance to private parking at Trademarx cause the streets were jam packed with bakkies, suped up golfs (tints,19" mags, spoilers, the lot) and families of about 20 each loittering around

We eventually arrived at Suite 412 with the assistance of the very helpful security personnel after we got lost wondering around in the North side of the pavilion. There was a large variety of foods available and an open bar, they even got a case of Sarita just for us.

5pm - kick off!! At first, I thought I was going to fall asleep on Emma's shoulder due to the sheer lack of sleep i had the past week. However, I soon found myself getting very much involved in the game, from inside our box while chatting up a storm with the girls - yeah right!

After the match we decided there is no better way than to show off our dance moves on songs from Kurt Darren, Steve Hofmeyer and good old Roxette.
Around 9pm we headed off to Trademarx, which is right next door to Loftus.
Upon entry we were greeted as we were Pretoria's homegrown celebrities (i think it was our matching blue jerseys with our names on it) and we played along stating that we are the retired bulls babes.

After a long night on the dance floor with songs from the 80's, I was all PTA'd out and head was spinning from all the blue steel cocktails we had. Emma and I said our good byes and kissed all the drunkards a sweet dream or two and made our way to my car (which was surprisingly still there after they broke into it and stole everything - except my Parletones CD - thank the lord).

All in all, a splendid day at the rugby and definitely one of the most memorable girls night out i had in a while. It sure beats another Saturday wasted hanging around in Sandton City like some random.

Many thanks to Sister Michelle for inviting us and for making sure we now part of what you call Die Blou Bull Land