The husband and I celebrated our first NYE together drinking at home, and then headed off to the city and to our surprise, there was an open air club. Everywhere else were packed and had long lines of people queing up to go into bars/clubs, so we decided to check out the open air club. I'm telling you, people can sometimes be idiots. There was this group of guys in front of us, and then they decided to take off their t-shirts and dance around like a bunch of lunatics. I was annoyed and like the two girls with them, not impressed. They kept jumping around and pumping their fists into the air. I was thinking, 'Yeah I know it's NYE, but that doesn't mean you have to shove your smelly armpit into my face while shouting wooooooooooooooooooooooooootttttttttttt so loud that I had went temporary deaf.'
Then of course, we had the bitchy girls all holding hands walking with their boobs so pushed up you wonder how they even breathe. So pissed off when they started shoving their way through and nearly stepped on my toe. So rude. I felt a twist of pride though, when I yelled at them to stop shoving and one of them turned and gave me the guiltiest look ever and apologised.
Hah. Take that b*tch!
I guess it's gone were the days when I still had the energy to be in the middle of a huge crowd celebrating the end of the year with a bunch of friends, getting drunk and rowdy. Now, I very much prefer having a few drinks and listen to some music and go back home and snuggle with my darling husband. Is this the old age syndrom? OH NO!
At the stroke of midnight, Tim pulled me in for a long kiss and I felt like the luckiest woman alive. I love that man! =)
Anyhoo, the fireworks were amazing and lasted for a few minutes. Breathtaking, colourful fireworks filled our otherwise dark sky and the ooohhhsss and ahhhsss and other cheers from everyone else around us were just amazing.
Happy New Year everyone!
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