Hot Summer Nights

I rang in the new year at Milson's Point, in a park that surrounds one of the big tower thingies at each end of the Harbour Bridge. It was a however a *no BYO, no glass* area which meant that I didn't get as drunk as I have been on previous NYEs....I guess that's a good thing though.

This year's emblem was a heart - which lit up at 9pm and for *beated* at each passing hour until midnight when the fireworks went off. And go off they did! Its funny - you see fireworks many times over your life, but you can't help screaming, laughing and cooing about how pretty they are when you see them again. The night was balmy after a day with the temperature in the high-30s. We walked back to the apartment of one of Pans' friends because Stina had parked his car there and the park was full of portaloos that we didn't want to use.

And then something happened that I have definitely never seen before, although technically I didn't see it, only the after-evidence. People in the car parked next to Stina's was dealing cocaine. Yes, you read that right. Mmmm, nothing like illicit drugs to make a party night complete. We left the apartment at 1-something am and the space next to Stina's car was filled with scrunched-up tissues and straws. I guess the only thing that I'm thankful for was that it was cocaine and they were snorting it, rather than shooting up heroin or whatever so we didn't have to pass a heap of syringes.

To finish our ringing-in of the new year, me and pans decided to walk across the bridge to get home. Again, the weather had finally gotten down to something tolerable and we ran into a lot of happy people high-fiving us to the new year. We also managed to get some nice night-shots of the Opera House.
Unfortunately, our *proof* photos of being actually on the bridge didn't work out so well, but we did walk across it.

Anyway, here's to a great new year...spread the love and peace everyone! *hugs to all*