The occasion was Marcel’s birthday and we were invited to FTV bar in Cape Town for what was set to be a night of debaucherous proportions. It’s sometimes hard to pinpoint where a night like this goes so wrong, but you can get a general idea by looking over the pieces of the evening. I think we can confidently say that the drink mixing was NOT a good idea. Seriously, this was our drinking schedule on the night, which I have pieced together after talking to all the guilty parties involved. We all had a mixture of: Champagne, beer, Absolut shooters, vodka and Red Bull, shots of Jagermeister on their own, Jager bombs, whisky and Flex Bender(Basically like pre-mixed Jack and lime)

Someone once warned us not to mix drinks. We never listened. We should have. It really did remind me of Hunter S Thompson, without the drugs. But it truly was a savage journey to the heart of the Cape Town dream. We were somewhere on the edge of the bar when the Flex Bender began to take hold… I’m not sure if we found the dream, but when I woke up yesterday the dream was shattered and I was broken. You know a night has gone pear shaped when you get sms’s like the following in the morning:

“I don’t want to live anymore last night was my pinnacle”

“My mouth feels like the Sahara dried up even more. It’s like the surface of the moon or Jupiter or some dry intergalactic planetary system”

It was that mad. The Godfathers of excess were out in full force that night, and it started off tame at the bar upstairs with a few drinks and couple of shooters. We were then ushered into a closed off section where we were seated at our tables, ready to dine! Luckily for me, someone had seated me at a table of angels. I immediately pulled Bing Bong out of my pocket, to get a lesson in living in excess. Bing Bong has only been with SLXS for a week, and already he has experienced Tiger Tiger and FTV bar. What is next for the big guy? Space travel?

Bing Bong goes to FTV Bar Cape Town

We spent the better part of the early evening chatting to Pia and Gina, who we only met for the first time that evening. They must have thought we were absolutely off our heads, because somewhere along the line they made an exit and I never saw them leave. Or maybe they did say goodbye…I can’t remember. And I’m not quite sure what I said in the conversation, but I doubt it was anything intelligent. Honestly girls we are not stupid. We’re just drawn that way…

Girls

The food was great and I was hungry like rabid dog. I had some sort of cheese starter and have absolutely no idea what it was called but it was awesome. Then some chicken thing for mains and ice cream in a type of pastry for dessert. It was so damn good! I was in my element. Good friends, good food, fine drink and enough crazy people to inspire accountants to quit their jobs and join into a life of excess.

We had the speeches to celebrate 21 years of Marcel, and then everyone moved around to other tables and chatted. And we bumped into none other than Corne, the crazy party girl! Seriously, she parties all the time, and whenever we see her, she is smiling and dancing and having a good time.I chatted to her but I’m not too sure what I said…It probably was not anything intelligent though.

I then bumped into some mates who I had not seen in ages, and once again Jager bombs were had in celebration. The defining moment of excess was walking into the bathroom with a drink that I believe was tasting good on the palette, and on the way out making a monumental stuff up. Some guy had just walked out in front of me, so I tried to slip through the door before it closed. Unfortunately, the door has a serious spring on it and it slammed into me, knocking my delicious drink onto the floor in a dramatic fashion that had glass flying everywhere. Needless to say I was NOT happy. The staff there are snappy and before I could say “Sorry I’m an idiot” there was someone clearing the glass up. Top notch service.

I then proceeded to go to the downstairs section hoping everyone had started to slow down a little bit. But no…these guys never give it a break! JJ was drinking champagne out the bottle, everyone was dancing, they were ordering more shooters and there was just a mess of people everywhere! It was like walking into some sort of underground Studio 54 party. One moment you think you will be able to have a quiet chat with someone and the next…whoooosh…bang…BOOM…smash…CRACK…thunder…Jager bomb inside you!

JJ…A captain of phuza

The guys and girls were crazy! But it was expected as Wednesday night are known to be the nights to smash FTV bar. You probably wonder how we continue to live like this…no sleep…constant party…and I can’t answer that. And I still manage to keep a fair fitness schedule of mountain biking in Tokai forest, climbing Lions Head, running like a mad person and generally keeping this temple of a body in good enough shape to be able to do everything in Cape Town that I think you should do. It’s a bit of a miracle really.

Enjoying a drink…or two

FTV is definitely the hot ticket on Wednesday nights and we had a blinder of a party there.

The setting is upmarket and sophisticated and everything feels classy. Wicked decor that you wouldn’t mind having in your own house. We obviously bought the class rating down a notch with our crazy party styles…but hey…it’s a lifestyle. The crowd is sophisticated and quite beautiful looking which is GREAT.

Fashion TV Bar Cape Town

114 Hout Street

Corner of Buitengracht De Waterkant Village

Cape Town

Phone +27(0) 21-426 6000

Sean Lloyd

Editor