Being on this side of the world it was to be another orphan christmas. My third now. This time I was joined by Rachel and Stu (who was up from Melbourne).
Stu's arrival marked the start of the christmas holiday proper. Fun and frolics were the name of the game and all the best laid plans seemed to end up in a bar drinking either beer or gin. NO biggy really. Haha. We had trips the Manly, the Powerhouse museum (rubbish don't bother going), Bondi, Coogee, the coastal walk and also several trips to the bottle shop (yikes thats very Oz of me, I mean the offie) and which ever pub was nearest.
It was a fab time. And most days included a beach trip or two. And on more than one occasion the surf was, errrrr, big. Still within my comfort zone but I sure would not have liked to be a life guard.
Anyway, on with christmas. After a mammoth trip to get booze and food we were set. It was to be a roast chicken (turkeys were somewhat rare in this neck of the woods) with all the trimmings. Rachel wanted yorkshire puddings (random) and we tried to convince her it was a beef thing but she was having none of it. But then what would she know being a kiwi and all.
So it kicked off with christmas eve. Drinks and then a few more and a few more. Bed by sometime or other in the early hours. Drunk. For a change. Because (this bit is for my mum) i never get drunk see.
Slightly worse for wear christmas morning was upon us. Present present every where. But first things first. Champagne was opened and bacon buttied were cooked on the BBQ. Then it was present time. Woohoo!!!! Thanks to everyone for the cards and prezzies by the way.
Then, sporting a fab Fat Willies vest from my parents it was on with the drinking. Nick and Nikki (house mates) went off for food at a mates house and Stu and myself set about prepping our food while Rach set about pickling her liver with gin. It was food all the way, intermingled with highly intelligent games of scrabble and draughts and card and drink your drink and all manner of silly games. Sadly the weather deserted us on christmas day. It was cloudly. Grrrrr. We decided to pass on the beach, and chilled in the back garden.
Dinner time. Drink time. Food was fab, even if I do say so myself. But sadly the yorkies were rubbish. I blame the oven. Anyway. It was a fab day. Totally fab.
Boxing day gave us the sun that had deserted us the day before. It was off to watch the start of the Sydeny to Hobart boat race at the Gap, a look out that is notorious for suicides as the shear cliffs make a great jump spot, and then onto the pub at Watsons Bay for a sunset view over the city before a dip in the surf at Bondi. Fab day.
Things were however going to get even more messy.... Kate was arriving from NZ to see in the New Year Sydeny style. Bring it on!!!!
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