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jawnbcWe had a great New Year’s Eve.
I arrived on the 30th, after 2 red-eyes (YVR-HKG & HKG-SYD), where![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
querrelle was waiting for me in the arrivals hall. Virtually no taxi queue and we were home toute de suite. A cuppa, a bath, a bite. A root. Cuddles galore. Groc shopping for NY’s eve. We did the shopping in Balmain, one suburb over, and I got to take the new Piaggio scooter for my first drive. Sweet. Then more nookie, but in a manly way. Well, I took it like a man . . . a gay man . . . anyways. :)
Our plan was to have 6 or so (inclusive) for a light meal and the fireworks. We both presumed most of our friends would be building their evenings around Indulgence, a dance partay where the moustache men frolic ‘til the wee hours. On the 31st it became clear there would be at least a dozen, perhaps as many as 20. So more shopping on the 31st, Max took the reigns in the kitchen, a quick trip into the city for Max to get zapped (UV treatment for psoraisis) and a cuppa with Scott, then more prep. Folks started arriving around 19h30. Final head count: 14, including us.
Menu: roast beef, roast ham, potato salad, nibblies; Marc brought DJ’s meat pies and sausage rolls. Libations of all sorts.
The 21h00 fireworks were quite good, but brief. Afterwards, Max cranked out more food, and just as he predicted all but one of our guests were gone by 11pm. A shame really, because the midnight fireworks put the earlier ones to shame. Breathtaking wouldn’t be overstating it. Max and I had our arms around each other and smooched and stroked and whispered to each other, letting the colours wash over us. I was jet-lagged, a bit overwhelmed (here. finally), but we could both appreciate how blessed we are to be. Here. And. Now.
Our sole houseguest left immediately therafter, and we managed to tidy a fair bit up before retiring. Several raucous parties were going on in the neighbourhood--and hey, if you can’t have a loud, rawqing house party on NY’s Eve, when can you--even with ear plugs, the racket could not be ignored. And jaysus I was tired. All evening I warned Max that there’d be no nookie--I was too fookin’ tired. And I meant it, really.
I arrived on the 30th, after 2 red-eyes (YVR-HKG & HKG-SYD), where
querrelle was waiting for me in the arrivals hall. Virtually no taxi queue and we were home toute de suite. A cuppa, a bath, a bite. A root. Cuddles galore. Groc shopping for NY’s eve. We did the shopping in Balmain, one suburb over, and I got to take the new Piaggio scooter for my first drive. Sweet. Then more nookie, but in a manly way. Well, I took it like a man . . . a gay man . . . anyways. :)Our plan was to have 6 or so (inclusive) for a light meal and the fireworks. We both presumed most of our friends would be building their evenings around Indulgence, a dance partay where the moustache men frolic ‘til the wee hours. On the 31st it became clear there would be at least a dozen, perhaps as many as 20. So more shopping on the 31st, Max took the reigns in the kitchen, a quick trip into the city for Max to get zapped (UV treatment for psoraisis) and a cuppa with Scott, then more prep. Folks started arriving around 19h30. Final head count: 14, including us.
Menu: roast beef, roast ham, potato salad, nibblies; Marc brought DJ’s meat pies and sausage rolls. Libations of all sorts.
The 21h00 fireworks were quite good, but brief. Afterwards, Max cranked out more food, and just as he predicted all but one of our guests were gone by 11pm. A shame really, because the midnight fireworks put the earlier ones to shame. Breathtaking wouldn’t be overstating it. Max and I had our arms around each other and smooched and stroked and whispered to each other, letting the colours wash over us. I was jet-lagged, a bit overwhelmed (here. finally), but we could both appreciate how blessed we are to be. Here. And. Now.
Our sole houseguest left immediately therafter, and we managed to tidy a fair bit up before retiring. Several raucous parties were going on in the neighbourhood--and hey, if you can’t have a loud, rawqing house party on NY’s Eve, when can you--even with ear plugs, the racket could not be ignored. And jaysus I was tired. All evening I warned Max that there’d be no nookie--I was too fookin’ tired. And I meant it, really.
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Date: 2004-01-01 06:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-01 07:06 am (UTC)Could you see the fireworks from Max's place?
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Date: 2004-01-01 01:29 pm (UTC)Yeah quite good