NEW YEARS EVE 2006/7!
BEGINNING OF A MIGHTY NEW YEAR!

Ok, I know there are a crap load of photos in this post, but bear with me.

Brian and I and a bunch of my friends went up to Raglan over New Years. It's a beach town with an excellent left-hand surf break. Or that's what the surfers say, anyway. We stayed in Heather's mum's beach house. Here we go...
Walking down the street towards the township. Brian is clapping. For about 5 minutes he was inexplicably clapping in every photo.

Again with the clapping. Heather and Brian in this "funky" cafe in the town. Lesley is looking on wistfully, wishing she were clapping too.

Hanging out on some grass, Kirsten is sun-smart, Lesley holding herself lovingly, and Sam just chillin'.

Sam, Jeremy, and Brian who is potentially overdressed. Although the wind was kind of cold.

On the balcony at the house, looking out onto the estuary. It was pretty sunny that day, but seriously, New Zealand has been having the worst weather of all time. Like, actually. It was the crappest spring in 20 years. It's picked up a little in the last two weeks, but it is pretty unbelievably dire in general.
Boating on the estuary. There was a pretty sweet dinghy and we went for numerous voyages. There are some smashing photos of the boating, which I'll post when I get hold of.

Brian kicked a rock when he was swimming at the beach (there were no rocks on the beach! He found the only one) and his toe went all gross and purple. Here it is, recorded for posterity.


Kumbaya...
Kirsten on balcony, looking dreamy.


We all went to the park and played frisbee and bat-down, which is like cricket for lazy or drunk people. Not that you americans even know what cricket is. After all the sport I guess we lazed about.

Drinkin' beers on the balcony, new year's eve. The whole trip was kind of like being on school camp, in that we did so many group activities and made dinners for 12 people. Occasionally this sucked, in that if you're making a G&T, you politely ask if anyone else wants one and suddenly you're making 10.

Hmm, let me see. Well the festivities were given something of a loose theme, which was "cluedo" (maybe it's "clue" in the States). I fucking hate cluedo, but fortunately the thematics only stretched as far as costume. There was a huge family of Mustards, and a family of Plums. And no one else, strangely enough. Except for this one couple who turned up for about two hours on new years eve and made strawberry daquiris. The woman was Miss Scarlet I guess, and the guy was... beige? I know for a fact that there's no Mr Beige, so it's hard to say what he was aiming for. Maybe he was the rope. Anyway the above photo shows one of the members of the Mustard clan along with Prof Plum.
The Mustard family photo.
A more relaxed, funloving Mustard family.
The Plums. I don't know who took that hideously out of focus photo, but it was probably me.

Finally! The New Year! Sparklers! After this it devolved into some sloppy drunken dancing, and that was that.

The end.
Stay tuned for another, very special, wedding themed post...
xo!