Festivities in the Sunshine
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Sep 20, 2007
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Sydney,
Australia
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Feeling a bit nostalgic we decided that the best way to get into the Christmas spirit was to organise a good ole Kris Kindle between ourselves and buy a shit load of booze. With a budget of 20 dollars the saying "its the thought that counts" came to mind but at least we knew we would all get at least one present, happy days.
Apparently the thing to do on Christmas day was to hit the beach and get blitzed so we weren't going to argue with this masterplan
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. Before we put this into action though we had to keep up traditions and go for a few scoops on Christmas Eve. Having gone to the 108 in Rathgar for the last 6 years ( a High School tradition), it was definitely going to be a bit of a change. We decided that the World Bar was the place to be but unfortunately a few of the English crew we were out with were well on their way so we ended up back in the flat to make our own fun. Great call as within seconds the infamous "Intermission" had been whipped on the DVD player, fulfilling our promise to educate the English on how to make a film.Marko McCartney's girlfriend Gill and a few of her mates also came up to the flat so things were well under way at this stage, the Dvd having gone down like a lead balloon. Good night had by all and it was well into Xmas day when we finally hit the hay.
Next morning, we exchanged our gifts. Beeeautiful, Craig got a couple of caps from Clive(which he never wears, well played).. Conor got a book about the Hoff from Doni (which he had already read, well played),..Clive got a fan and a freezable mug (which everyone could use, well played) and Doni got a few lads mags (which everyone would read, well played). Ulterior motives exposed, it was the thought that counts.
With a few sore heads we were slow making our way to Bondhi beach but make it we did only to be told by the army of police present that for the first year in history there was to be no boozing on the beach!!
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! Exsqueeze me, what the f$$k, O.K plan B, where can we drink. With a quick glance we could see a counter army of Irish pissheads, crates in hand queuing at a bus stop which brought you to Cogee, where one could enjoy a festive beverage or two. Now youre talking said we and off we went, kegs in hand and food provided for by the English girls.Turned out to be a great day, sitting on the beach and having the craic and we were joined by Gill and her mates and a few randomers for good measure. A few of us might have got into the spirit of things quicker than other CONOR (not to name names) but garbed in an Irish scarf and Wig and a token Santa hat, the beach was a better place with him, he certainly entertained.
At one stage Conor and Craig went for a refreshing swim which seemed like a good idea but turned out to be duel, no winners here. Next stop was Auntie Millles for the feed. Good God, we had been waiting for this and of course the hostess with the mostess did not disappoint. We arrived to the full feed, massive spread of ham, turkey, shrimps on the barbie (True) and an array of veg and goodies. The Dovey's were joined by Mal, his wife and two daughters 24 and 26 respectively (wawawawiwa) and Mary who took a liking to Conor not least because her son was also called Conor
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. It truly was a feast for the ages and with no chance of making it back to Sydney, let alone off the coach, we stayed the night in Millies pushing the limits of her hospitality again, Big Thankyou.
We had planned to wind down a bit before New Years but the arrival of a few friends from Dublin aka Si, Pollard, Kelly and some random dude called Johny from Newcastle left us with no chance of taking it easy. This eel brigade dragged Craig out the first night of their arrival but they ended up losing their way home and having to sleep on benches and then an expensive hotel as a result.
Next night was spent chilling out in preparation of New Years. In fact, the whole week before had been a test run of the big night with fire works displays being tested at random. We knew we were in for a good show and it did not disappoint.
Seeing as Ian's parting words when leaving the apartment were something along the lines of "make sure you have a good New Years party because I have a reputation to keep up" we felt obliged
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. Having bumped into a few girls from Killiney back home in Dublin we decided to throw a (small) gathering and keep our promise. With a perfect view of the Harbour from our balcony, the fireworks display was spectacular lasting almost 30 minutes and with everyone outside we got the songs going. Among these was a accapela version of Ould Langs Eye and the one and only "WE ALL DREAM OF A TEAM OF GARY BREENS". Might not of gone down to well with the neighbors but did with us. Night was topped off with a bit of an ould skool rave as in.... she walked across the dance floor that night she was dressed to kill
Into the New Year we head without any real job prospects or possible long term accommodation but satisfied in the knowledge that we made every second count during the festivities in the sunshine.
