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Jan. 2nd, 2006 11:37 amNew Year Update coming, if I can finish it before I have to go to work. Otherwise will be this evening.
( ABC meem from Cadhla )
( ABC meem from Cadhla )
Jan. 2nd, 2006
Falalalala lalalala.
Jan. 2nd, 2006 10:29 pm( Meme - I'm like Aleister Crowley? Who'd have guessed... )
I think I need sleep. New years was lots of fun. I arrived at Stan's around eight thirty (bearing scones, of course, after work). It was the usual crowd (except Mic, who's disappeared off the face of the earth) plus Adam and Sasha's friend's cousin Jess, who swiftly got completely and utterly smashed and went off with a (possibly thirtyfive yearold) random, leaving behind her high heeled sandals, which Liza covetted.
There was vodka, and sparkly thingies which burned a hole in the plastic bag from my scones. At about eleven thirty, all of us except Jess (who was making out with her random, or possibly another random), Stan and the regular Jess (who were making out with each other) got in Liza's car and went off to find a place to watch the fireworks (stealing Stan's champagne). At five to we were in the middle of Double Bay (I think) and I was bent in a ninety degree angle because I was sitting in the middle seat and Liza couldn't see in her rear view mirror. Then - a miracle! We turned into a tiny uphill lane and somehow got to the most perfect spot imaginable - Picture this. We could *almost* see the top of the harbour bridge. Just to its right, separated by a large tree, was the main set of fireworks, perfectly clear. Then there was a bunch of scenery, but there was a perfect gap between houses to see yet another set of fireworks.
We drank champagne from plastic cups in the middle of the road, and were led by Sasha in yelling happy New Year to passing cars, one of which contained policemen. Then we got completely lost on the way back. It was good.
( Meanwhile, back at HQ... )
Sunday was the traditional New Years Day thing at avi's. I slept over at Stan's out of sheer laziness (not that I actually got a lot of sleep, we stayed up online and I can never sleep near other people anyway) and commandeered his kitchen for scrambled aggs (and by commandeered I mean got him to fetch pans and things since I as utterly lost). it actually took damn long enough to wake him up (including threats of cold water to the face), but eventually we were lifted to Bondi Junction by his dad, where we caught a taxi to Avi's due to the sheer OMFG heat. I swear, it was like walking into an oven! So, yeah, aircon is god.
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I think I need sleep. New years was lots of fun. I arrived at Stan's around eight thirty (bearing scones, of course, after work). It was the usual crowd (except Mic, who's disappeared off the face of the earth) plus Adam and Sasha's friend's cousin Jess, who swiftly got completely and utterly smashed and went off with a (possibly thirtyfive yearold) random, leaving behind her high heeled sandals, which Liza covetted.
There was vodka, and sparkly thingies which burned a hole in the plastic bag from my scones. At about eleven thirty, all of us except Jess (who was making out with her random, or possibly another random), Stan and the regular Jess (who were making out with each other) got in Liza's car and went off to find a place to watch the fireworks (stealing Stan's champagne). At five to we were in the middle of Double Bay (I think) and I was bent in a ninety degree angle because I was sitting in the middle seat and Liza couldn't see in her rear view mirror. Then - a miracle! We turned into a tiny uphill lane and somehow got to the most perfect spot imaginable - Picture this. We could *almost* see the top of the harbour bridge. Just to its right, separated by a large tree, was the main set of fireworks, perfectly clear. Then there was a bunch of scenery, but there was a perfect gap between houses to see yet another set of fireworks.
We drank champagne from plastic cups in the middle of the road, and were led by Sasha in yelling happy New Year to passing cars, one of which contained policemen. Then we got completely lost on the way back. It was good.
( Meanwhile, back at HQ... )
Sunday was the traditional New Years Day thing at avi's. I slept over at Stan's out of sheer laziness (not that I actually got a lot of sleep, we stayed up online and I can never sleep near other people anyway) and commandeered his kitchen for scrambled aggs (and by commandeered I mean got him to fetch pans and things since I as utterly lost). it actually took damn long enough to wake him up (including threats of cold water to the face), but eventually we were lifted to Bondi Junction by his dad, where we caught a taxi to Avi's due to the sheer OMFG heat. I swear, it was like walking into an oven! So, yeah, aircon is god.
( Read more... )
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