Yesterday we set about making plans to go to Rafiki's around the block for birthday drinks on Saturday. Muda suggested we arrive at the Slug after midnight, last night, for a round of birthday shots and we obliged. He then proceeds to tell us we're going out on Long Street (at this point it is 2am and WAY past my bedtime). I go home saying, "I need to be ready to party tomorrow, there's no way I'm going out tonight.".
6:30 am rolls around and here comes Muda barging in, turning all the lights on, and attempting to tell me how their night was. It was so funny I couldn't even pretend to be mad as he nearly toppled over my bed in an effort to give me a flower he picked.
A gentleman even when inebriated.
Needless to say there will be no festivities tonight as Caz needs her liver to completely recover for her departure to Kenya on Monday. 2 beers, 2 shots of tequila, 1 springbok, 2 shots of caramel vodka, 4 shots of Jägermeister, three Jägerbombs, and at least 3 tumblers of whiskey later (plus the drinks she can't remember) she spent the morning between the bed and the bathroom with the nastiest hangover she's had in a long time.
Caz Eagelfeather reporting from the front lines of Team South Africa.
Her liver has sent up the white flag.
All joking aside this is my opportunity to say to my best friend that, you're an amazing person and a light in my life. You've helped me chase my dreams, tackle hurdles, and get my ass to Africa. My birthday gift to you is that I won't judge you if you puke all over the apartment haha. I love you and you deserve the best birthday!!
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