That’s Stella

Considering that I’m planning for these Christmas/New Years Eve celebrations to be the last celebrated in Australia for a few years, I really should have planned earlier and put more thought into my NYE. One of my girl friends had an amazing flowing chocolate fountain at her birthday on Friday night and it was only then we “confirmed” what we were doing to bring in the new year.

Friends of friends of friends of ours were invited to this party in Cottesloe, which of course meant that me and my friends got an unofficial invite. At 10pm NYE, we all gathered at Miss. 23’s house and headed to this party. Upon driving up to the beach house in Cottesloe, we were gobsmacked at the site. There were easily 250-300 people pouring in and out of this place! The street was packed! The street had in fact been over run by drunks! After 15 minutes of trying to find parking, police cars arrived and surrounded the block. It was at this time, the girls and I decided it wouldn’t be worth it and turned back, all the while ringing friends to find out about any other parties. The boys however decided to brave it and marched into the party. They texted me minutes before the police raided saying “THIS IS AWESOME”. What became of the boys? I have nooo idea!

By 11pm we settled at Jonesy’s house who was having a quiet one. There were 20 or so of us and most were close friends that we wanted to spend NYE with. Of course by leaving this huge party in Cottesloe it meant we were giving up on the chance to kiss a good looking stranger at countdown, but it also saved me and the girls from regretting anything the next morning. We all decided it was a welcome change.

After the countdown and abusive consumption of bubbly, half the gang left and the rest of us played Monopoly till 4am. Seriously, Monopoly brings out the worst in people. My extreme competitiveness reared it’s ugly head, the boys used their sex appeal to break down the girls, the girls got bitchy and backstabbing. It was utterly fantastic! Half the gang left early that morning wondering if friendships were still in tact.

When I started falling asleep on Jonsey’s couch, Adam offered to drive me home, despite him only living around the block from Jones and me living 25 minutes away. I refused his offer and drove home with Pulp blaring through my stereos. I tried to get sleep, but suffered a bad case of insomnia all of new years day. I had that terrible sleep where your eyes are closed, but you’re fully conscious of everything. At 1pm, mum and dad cruelly woke me up. But they made up for it. We had lobster and turkey to celebrate new years day.

Hope you had a good one!