Dear Johannesburg - it's me again

First published on the John Dory on September 4, 2009

Dear Jozi - (how familiar we are becoming)

After a few days of reflection and nearly two weeks of not having a drink I have come to a conclusion. It's a small one and by no ways eath shattering but it's a conclusion none the less.
I am staying. I love you too much to leave. (Eventhough you can be a mean bitch at times). I realise now that there is still so much I don't know about you. The Easter rugby festivals this weekend. The Apartheid Museum. Sunday afternoons in Soweto. H2O.
So this it - you are not getting rid of me that easily. I will make my life here.
Listen I was thinking. Could you up the humidity a touch? The dry highveld air is playing havoc with my contact lenses. I have gone through four this month and at R1000 a pop you are really starting to hurt my wallet. Crickey at this rate I could have had the surgery and it would have cost me less money.
So? Do we have a deal - I will be more open-minded if you promise to be more kind. Oh and if you get wetter - in the air that is - get your mind out the gutter! Another thing - I am trying to decide whether I should go to the St Johns rugby festival or the Mos Def concert. If I go to Mos Def I will be the envy of all my friends but if I go to the rugby I might finally find that penny that I have been looking for. That's the worst thing about you Joburg - there are always options aren't there?

Have a good one.
PS. How much longer can you keep this not drinking thing up? I am hoping a little while longer I am starting to feel like a million bucks.