Wild Hogs

Caron has been working really hard this week, starting at about 07:00 and only getting home at between 21:00 and 22:00 so she spent most of yesterdays public holiday catching up on her sleep. While they were at work on the wednesday evening some other people at the company were having a little bit of a party in the company bar and things got a little out of hand. One of the out of control, about to be ex-employee, participants decided that it would be a great idea to drive his bike into the bar. No easy feat since the bar is on the 3rd floor but no problem, drive the bike through the foyer and into the lift and then out and into the bar. I think that if they had stopped at this point he probably would still be employed but the moron decided to do donuts in the bar but since donuts are impossible due to space constraints he did the next best thing and just burnt some rubber creating so much smoke that the entire buildings fire alarm went of as well as wearing away a portion of the tiled floor. So much for shy retiring computer programmers. Personally, I don't think he should be fired, it was probably the most fun experienced at the company for years and everyone is talking about it speculating as to the outcome. Knowing that they were probably going to get into trouble they had the foresight to break the cctv camera in the bar so that nobody would have a record of the events but they unfortunately forgot about the cctv cameras in the foyer. So Sad.

By absolute coincidence we had planned to see Wild Hogs which, if you get a chance to see it, do so. I'm sure you'll have a good laugh and as you will see - boys will be boys even when they don't intend to be and if you're male and over about 35, you'll definitely identify with one or more of the characters. Caron wants me to write more about the movie but I don't want to spoil it for you if you do happen to go and see it.

Afer the movie we were going to go out for supper to Wang Thai on Sandton Square but they wouldn't let us in. The reason - I wasn't suitably attired to be allowed to dine in their establishment. The problem - I was wearing tailored shorts like the ones that are acceptable at golf clubs. I was so pissed off especially since there is no notice of a dress code anywhere, they just inform you when it is too late for you to change. I must admit that I feel that a dress code is just a wee bit old fashioned.

We ended up at Smith & Wolenskies (I can't remember how to spell it) and recounted our tale to the manager when he came around to see if we were enjoying our meal. His response was that he was going to be going to Wang Thai but not anymore so either he is a particularly astute manager or he genuinely isn't going to go. Either way, it made me feel better.

S&W 10, Wank Thai 0