So the Heritage Day idea is that everyone dress in the gear (clothes) signifying their heritage (DUH!). Of course the same applies to the Dizzy household and all friends who will join us for braaing tomorrow.
Boo in his All Stars, brilliant white where it should be brilliant white (even the tighty whities must dazzle). Plus Lee jeans (before Levi’s there was Lee) and his white BVeeD (vest Belinda, a vest – *sniggers* – I always wanted to say that, I have no cookin’ clue who Belinda is!!) under his shirt. And white socks. Don’t forget the white socks. We can blame MJ for this.
The only thing he falls short of, is a big ass Mr T chain. I don’t have 5 clips (5000 bucks Belinda….whoo, I’m on a roll here) to be able to buy him that dog-chain…er…chain. And in the coloured community, the guy can’t buy the chain, the meddie (thats me) must buy it. This meddie will have to speak to a friend…*snigger*
And myself. Well, that’s easy. I will do the heritage thing from morning (babie considering) by not removing my make-up tonight (must have the Amy-effect) then getting up late (as in 11 bells), and wearing my slippers & gown until about one. Put some curlers (I had to go borrow some) in my hair, and then go stand at the gate watching every single car passing by while looking at them suspiciously. Whoo, in the townships this is normal, not so sure about these larney ‘burbs. Think they’re gonna complain? Who cares, neh? lol
The only thing missing here is the fag dangling from the fingers, but I don’t mind this lack too much these days
Thereafter (just before the guests are to arrive) I will don my heels and my sissy boys and put on all the bling that I have in my jewellery box. A lot of chains, all the rings and bangles I can fit on my fingers and wrists. Note: Silver don’t count. It MUST be gold. Add a lot of eyeliner (top & bottom) and bright red lipstick (don’t mind that part) then I’m ready for Heritage Day
And we’ll have beers in quarts, drink straight from the bottle, play the Temptations & Boys to Men very loudly and get raucously drunk. I hate beer. And we’ll forget about the braaing.
Now THAT’s our Heritage Day.
Hope you have a fanflippentastic one.
See ya Monday 😉