Monday night, was the best night of my life.

No, no, Sebastian and I aren’t back together, yet. And even though I’m hoping, I’m not really hoping. Let’s face it, he hasn’t really been trying hard to get to me and I really think we’re done. The last time I spoke to him I said some nasty things and did worse. So, we won’t go there now.

Monday night, I got the best surprise of my life. My mother rocked up at the flat without invitation. It’s like there’s a sign outside that says “Zinzi place is a free for all!” People just tend to waltz in whenever they please, like they know I’m there all the time.

Anyway, this surprise I didn’t really mind. My mom at my door step was a welcomed surprise and it turned to be a great one. Soon as she walked in, she scouted the place; gave it a look over quickly. She wasn’t satisfied but clearly she hadn’t come to fight. Luckily for me the place was spotless (I gave it a little winter cleaning during the day).

So, after exchanging the pleasantries, she asked me to go out with her.

Yip! We had a gal’s night out!

I had almost missed out on the opportunity when I heard what she was asking of me. To go with her to a book launch! You may have noticed my status on Facebook – I was at the Book Lounge. This lady my mother knows, I think you know her too, Ros Haden, had her second novel published. So after some protest and a promise of dinner out, at a restaurant of my choosing, I said yes.

Who knew that these things were fun? There was wine and snacks and talking. Interesting people who were all glee to see me, most of whom have heard a lot about me, I fear what my mother might have said. Anywho, it was fun.

Yes, mother and daughter are definitely having fun! Implausible? Yes I know. But since I had nothing to do but sit at home, she too had nothing better to do, other than writing in her room that mysterious novel she doesn’t want me to even have a glimpse at. When I asked if it has been inspired by the family misfortunes, she just remained tight-lipped. I guess I’ll have to wait for it to be published, like everyone else.

You know, it’s still feels awkward sitting down with mom to enjoy a glass of wine or two! It’s just something I don’t think I’ll ever get used to. But she says I shouldn’t worry, “because if it takes a glass of wine to get us to sit down for a chat, why not.”

There’s no harm in it, she says. I’m not buying it though. The truth is: when I’m tipsy my tongue gets a bit loose. I just become a chatterbox; blabbering without realizing or even caring about what I’m actually saying. I told her about the naughty things me and Noxy used to get up to when she and dad were out of town or when I spent the night at Noxy’s. And it turns out my sly and conniving mother knew all along.

When I asked how she knew (coz I always made sure to cover my tracks), she just looked at me with her mothers-know-best look!

And before I could realize my tongue had unwittingly blabbed about me and Sebastian! No, I didn’t bother her with the details. I just told her that we are taking a break. I was glad that she didn’t press me into telling her what had happened.

Even though I let slipped off many things that I wouldn’t dare tell mom if I were sober; I still don’t regret it. Something good came out of my too much talking; I blabbered on about how ragged I was (“like an orphan” I said) and how my hair-style was outdated and she promised to do something about it.

I will hold her to it…

ZZ xxx

Dish it: What’s the best date you’ve had with your parent? Do you hang out a lot?

There’s a photo of me at the book shop on my Facebook: The Diary of Zinzi Zwane. Tell me my hair isn’t outdated 😉