It’s Matric Ball Time in Mitchell’s Plain
A few weeks ago I received a surprise…a frantic call from my Mitchell’s Plain aunty.
My Mitchell’s Plain aunty and I have the sort of relationship where we argue about politics, religion and everything inbetween. However when an aunty calls, no matter how upset you were the last time you spoke, you have to let bygones be bygones.
Or your mother will hear about it!
Anyway, my Mitchell’s Plain aunty called asking me to look up on “that internet you’re always on” for a limo for my cousin’s matric ball.
“Why?” I asked. “We didn’t bother with limosines in the good old days. We were lucky that we didn’t have to walk to the Spes Bona’s hall for our matric ball.”
“A matric ball only comes once in a lifetime,” she replied.
I had to bite my tongue on that one, because my Mitchell’s Plain aunty has a short memory when she chooses. (Another cousin had three matric balls – all her own!)
So I looked for limo companies on the internet, sent a few e-mails and got a quote. The cheapest one being R600 an hour for C-Class Mercedes.
I called her up and in no time she paid the deposit for the limo.
“Is there really a credit crunch going on?” I asked my mother the other day when we were discussing this matric ball.
A few days later my Mitchell’s Plain aunty called again. My cousin needs shoes that costs R1000 for the matric ball.
“Can you please source it at Access Park?” she asked.
Again she paid the money over without too much bother. “We’re hiring him a suit,” she said. “We won’t have to pay a lot of money for that.”
“Well,” she continued, “other than buying him an outfit for the after party.”
Doesn’t look she minds spending that money.
Before you knew it, I received another call. My Mitchell’s Plain cousin needs a large bling earring from Foschini for the matric ball.
The cost – R300! For one earring! She asked my to have a look at Foschini in Kenilworth Centre.
I’m getting too old for this!
Of course my aunty paid up again.
During our conversation I asked my aunty who my cousin would be taking to the ball.
“Don’t you know anyone who will go with him?” she asked.
“Hell no!” I thought. But said I would ask around.
Now I’ve probably not mentioned this before, but my Mitchell’s Plain cousin is very shy. Takes after his father (who is now shacking up with a younger woman in someone’s backyard).
“Why doesn’t he just go stag,” I asked. “I know of lots of girls and boys who’ve gone in groups instead of with dates they don’t know.” I reasoned.
“He’s not gay.” My Mitchell’s Plain aunty argued!
Argghhhh!!!
So that’s where we’re at.
Looking for a date for my Mitchell’s Plain cousin for 5 October.
The only requirements are that she’s 18 or younger and that she has nerves of steel.
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