Masked Madness

A few days before new years and we are getting our masks ready.

This is not Paul's finished Mask. 

One of the students from the Johannesburg group is in Cape Town for a visit and we (Paul, Jessica and myself) that we are going to make our own masks. So out comes the plaster of paris bandaging, water, scissors, pens, paper, paint, glue, sequence and double sided tape. Oh of course not forgetting the Zambak. Don’t ask! So on a piece of paper we decide to draw what we want our masks to look like. And we are ready to start the project. Unanimously, I decide that we will make Paul’s mask first. Why his first, cuz if I fuck it up and the plaster sticks to his face for the next week or I take off his eyebrows or something stupid (as always happens to me) at least he wont fuck me up. I hope…….. hehehehee

So Jess puts the Zambak on his eyebrows, as we don’t have Vaseline. Hey it was Zambak or K.Y. lubricant. The Zambak won, for obvious reasons.

This is not Jessica's finished Mask.

I look at jess and ask her if she wants to build the mask or cut me strips. Well Nurse Hannah decided to assist only as the Doc performed the miracle of working on Paul’s face, which was not an improvement at all. But as we started with the second layer it started to take shape and look good. However at this point in time I can’t remember if we were supposed to put something on his face first to make the plaster not stick. Did I say anything about it? Hell no!! I was just gonna mind my own damn business and work on building the mask. Then I rubbed against the grain of the eyebrow hair and also got the hair at his temples stuck in the mask. Again, was I gonna say something? Hell no!!

The mask was doen and admittedly it looked ok. Now it had to dry. “For how long?” Paul asks me. “Until it’s dry came the response” Which translates to, I have no fucking idea. Was I going to admit it? Hell no?

A few minutes later (due to the intense heat and the fact that we were sitting outside, it was time to take the mask off. In other words it was also time for me to quietly in my head chant that the damn thing will come off. Thankfully it did. Next up was Jess and lastly myself. Of course by now I knew that I had the hang of this but neither nurse Hannah nor Doc Joubert had a hang for it. So I was just a little bit stressed. But I knew Paul loves me too much to fuck up my mask on purpose and then laugh at me.

This is not Zeo's finished Mask.

To dry the masks so that we can paint them white and decorate them killed my hairdryer. I started drying them with a hair dryer and then two minutes later we had to have a funeral for the hairdryer. Maybe this is a good place to explain that even though I love technology, it fucking hates me. Technology just has a way of ……. Breaking around me. Ask Conway’s DSTV, and all I did was skip to the next channel, we wont even mention my phone. Damn thing is possessed I tell you, and lately the bathroom light also goes disco even when we changed the actual bulbs. So back to drying the masks, Paul decided to put them in the oven and bake them at a low temperature. I decided to let Paul do this cuz if I had to do it, well then I will almost burn the house down. Like I almost did when I decided to heat Sage on newspaper in the microwave. It seemed like a good idea at the time and in my defense I wasn’t on my own. My friend Paula was with me and we both thought it would work. That microwave is still not the same.

Masks all ready and hard we started decorating and the end product is stunning,  if I may say so myself.

So if you are in cape Town for new Years and you are bored or have no plans and you like masks. Then bring your sexy ass, a predominantly white mask, booze and snacks to our place for the final party of 2011. If you wanna know where our place is then Facebook me or send me an email to zeowitch@yahoo.com. If you have my number just phone me. Don’t sms me, pick up the phone and call me. If we don’t see you, have a blast and be safe.

Mwah!!

P.S. No masks were harmed during the making of this blog. They may have been harmed somewhere else though, like the oven, but not during the making of this blog. Also if you wanna see the end results of what the masks look like, well then you will have to come to our party!