the corner office

Last night was J's surprise birthday party at Capitol Records in Rosebank. The man has joined the ranks of 30-somethings, eh eh. Slowly my friends also slip into the other side of 30 and I don't feel so alone... :-)

Capitol Records isn't the kind of place I'd go to often of my own volition, but nonetheless an intriguing idea and fun experience. A club, if you will, which is more of a chill-out spot than rave club. Many couches. A kitchen, a bar, and many turntables, and many vinyls. The idea being that you can give the vinyls a spin on one of the gazillion turntables, before making your purchase. While knocking back a few and chillin' with your mates. Think record bar meets nightclub. Really clever idea.

J's been DJing for a while now, and he did an honorary birthday set, first time I've seen him at the decks. I'm a philistine when it comes to the nuances of rave/techno DJing, but there certainly is an art to it. I'm not much of an electronic music fan, but Mr B certainly looked like (and sounded like) he knew his shit :-)

Ronwen wasn't feeling too great with a shoulder that decided to semi-dislocate itself somehow, and so we left earlyish, and then drove around Randburg trying to find an open pharmacy to get something for the shoulder.

We got home around midnight, and Tupac (the uber-cute hound from next door) was seemingly locked out for the night. Rather than wake the guys next door, we just hauled her inside and she spent the night on her special blanket (yes, it's sad) in our flat. Nothing quite as uh, cuuute as a dog semi-snoring and making comfy next-to-the-heater sounds throughout the night. Ronwen & I would love to get pets, but with our working hours, it seems a little unfair. So we compensate by treating Tupac like our own. Which is great, because we get all the affection without having to clean up after her :-)