Sunday, November 27, 2005

Die Ou Pastorie, Magaliesberg

Sunday, November 27, 2005

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Phone: +27 12 207 1027 or 1091

S and I have just taken a drive in a Joburg thunderstorm through to Hartbeespoort and Magaliesberg. We're ravenous, since we haven't yet eaten breakfast.

She's driving, and thoroughly enjoying being behind the wheel of a little sports car. Since there's rain, the roof is up though. But hey.

We get through the gates of Die Ou Pastorie, and are warmly greeted by the dude waiting there. He points us to our parking space.

It's not yet raining here, so we're calm and unrushed in walking up the rustic garden path, past a lily-festooned pond.

A dude greets us, shows us to a table, and we sit outside under an umbrella. It's about 3pm, and my stomach is grumbling crazily. But before I can look at the menu, I HAVE to take a leak.

I head off to the loo, and get five steps closer to it. I see a tiny hopping movement from the corner of my eye.

"S!" I shout, trying to hush my voice, but failing in my excitement. I'm like a little kid at a bunny park. "Come look!"

She gets up, and rushes over to peer under the table I'm at.

"Oh, cool!" she says. "A little froggy!"

It's not little. It's ULTRA little. It's about the same size as the nail on my pinkie finger. Fully grown, by the looks of it. But just miniature.

Later, our drinks arrive. I'm sharing a glass of wine with S, to celebrate her getting the part in WE WILL ROCK YOU. But as our drinks arrive, so does the Highveld thunderstorm.

So Thomo, our waiter, rushes us inside.

Our food arrives. S has ordered the Butterfish. And I've ordered the Oxtail stew. I was going to order a chicken dish, but my body persuaded me to go for the meat. It must need it, or something.

And the stew is delicious. I once thought that The Question Mark in Melville made the second best Oxtail, and Sophia's in Rosebank made the best. But Die Ou Pastorie takes first place from now on.

It's worth the one-hour drive from Joburg.

We wait for the thunderstorm to end, and sit on the porch watching the rain pelt down. S takes a few phonecalls from key people in the show, and also makes a call.

She has to tell the writer/director of one show that she's accepted this role, and is no longer available for her to take the lead in his. It's a hard call, cos he's one of South Africa's funniest actors, and his show is going to be hysterical.

He takes it stoically. But he ends the call by saying, "You're going to be missing out on the FUN musical!"

I'm reallllly liking being in a relationship with this laughing, dancing, singing, acting gal.

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