Just had a little look at what I’ve blogged about lately and bugger me the last four have been dodgie computer posts, how boring.
I’ve been holding out on posting about new years as I wanted to get some photos ready for that post but I fugure I can always blog the photos up on their own. Anyhow we had another great new years celebration, we spent it down in San Reamo (just on the mainland side of the bridge to Phillip Island) with quite a large group of friends.
The first night turned out bigger than we ought to have had before the new years party, not the first time it’s happened though and definetly won’t be the last, it’s all too easy to get pumped up seeing everyone after a long car trip. So the first night was a few beers that turned into down the pub till stumps. Next day the loungroom looked and smelt like a crack den with lifeless bodies littering the floor, a pungent sweaty aroma in the hot stagnent air.
That day was that arse scorcha where it was 45+ in Melbourne, thankfully we managed to “beat the heat” down the beach with some water cricket and a swim, unfortunately the heat made the afternoon nap I had planned impossible, we ended up setting up a makesift shower with the garden hose in a shady tree and drinking beer under it.
The new years celebrations were fun, they were best discribed to me as “passive aggressive” celebrations, to the detached passer by you would have thought it was just a bunch of people drinking and chatting in the front yard with a stereo and a couple of snake lights, in part you would have been correct. But underneath it all there was looseness, there was the Durchie mask photo shoots, the semi naked balette, agapantha whisperings, little adventures down to the park, Dick and Minges floor routine, oh and point where Dick found a blond haired hottie in a swag…. that turned out to be Minge (his wife).
Thank fully the next day was raining and much cooler, nothing else to do but head down the pub for a recovery session. The only productive thing we did all day was to grab some fishing gear for the expedition the next day, which turned out to be awesome fun.
Mowli, The Chimp, Zetty and I headed out a the crack of six thirty in Molwi’s new boat (nice blue half cab) with no idea chasing the running SNAPPA!
unfortunatly we didn’t bag any snapper, we did land some wrasse, mullet, a weird little gummy shark thing, a sting ray and a tiny little toad fish. We had a ball, definetly the most fun I’ve had fishing since the carp fishing comp Barnes and I had down at Chinamans Lagoon. Apparently Mowli went out again the next day and caught a heap of bigger stuff.
Awesome long weekend, thanks to Mowli, Maggot, Trav and Jess for hosting everyone.