Number Sixteen: 2008

So another year has passed by.

I must say, last night was brilliant. Even though I made a fool of myself on more than one occassion, I had a bucketload of fun. After travelling back and forth throughout the City of Sydney, we arrived at the Manning Bar for Purple Sneakers. Dancing crazily to Sparkadia, counting down the new year five minutes early with Dappled Cities, vodka and Red Bull drinks, racing backstage with Dorrell and then subsequently stalking the guitar/accordian player from Sparkadia, getting kicked out really early in the night and having to pee in the bushes, Gabrielle telling me that we could leave because she had successfully hooked in with a random called Peter, Maryanna's mermaid bra... All great memories. From what I can remember, anyway.

I've never gone into the City to be apart of the New Years festivities, however, I must say, they have a well organised system running in there. We didn't come across any trouble makers, all the streets were lit up fairly brightly, there was many a policeman around, and overall it seemed like a real community event. It seemed that the majority of people roaming the streets were of our age with a minority of family groups, which was contrary to my prior beliefs about the night. I thought that most young adults would be packed into clubs and the harbour would be the family domain, but it didn't seem that way.

Don't you just love checking your sent messages after a night of heavy drinking and wondering why you said certain inappropriate things?

I become a big drama queen when drunk; please don't take me seriously.



Lovemeg