Today is the day after the end of 2006.
As most end of years there were explosions in the sky and sentimentality falling through hotel awnings into unrecognisable bits to be only trodden on by crowds of onlookers.
It wasn't suppose to be like that, resigned to hiding and hoping it would just tick over but at the last minute John threw possiblities across my path and i took it.
First was drinks down at chippendale with Dayvd, anymore champagne?
Then we bused it to camperdown, don't think i've ever gone there before but anyway that's where i met Xiong and his boyfriend, Daniel. Yes, that Daniel.
We haven't seen each other for years, so much has gone under the bridge i don't know when exactly we took sail, away from each other.
It was a surprise for both of us however it was good too, finally finish what we should have all those years ago.
He hasn't changed still tall and pasty white with an obtuse sense of humour even though it has bevelled throughout the years. He's become what he always wanted to have , something i knew i couldn't give.
At times i catch him reticent at this new lifestyle, the infantile and vapidness, confused at why he is in the wading pool but then you can't have it all your way, as long as your core vision stays, the rest can melt into the shadows.
I guess i missed him, but you can't take back what you have given away, as i said we set sail on different paths.
I am happy for him, atleast our conclusion has been set.
John drank hideously as usual, ha! how much can the boy drink!
The people there, vague, young, amusing . Interior was quite good with the salvation army decor, they made it work except for the red plastic stools.
And the host, made a wonderful roast beef and potatoes, absolutely delicious. If only i knew how to cook....

Round 11pm we legged it back into the city into an office block near the harbour.
Met the lovely Swedish Julia and the ambiguous matthias, don't think i want to psychoanalyse swedish men aslong as they can put ikea furniture together i'm fine.
Julia wore a funky sailormoon-meets madonna-leggins!! I was creaming my fashion pants darlings. I love the quirkiness and she's tiny and has a sweet personality so it was just, so fab. The rest of the crowd up there were those boring breeder-fashion victims.

The fireworks came and went, i've seen it all before, bang bang happy new year.

Getting home was an experience.

We ran to a bus that was being hurridly boarded by allsorts, young man started to kiss an old woman passionately before she could pay the driver, a large indian family came wooshing out of nowhere with 16 kids and somehow managed to board within 3seconds, i counted. It was kind of frantic, exciting, sexy except the bus got very crowded and the air con wasn't working.
A man with the british flag across his back (is it st georges day??) hong kong housewife picking her nose and korean guy scratching his teeth.
I curled up on Johns sofa listening to the intoxicated outside his apartment, screeching of distant buses, rattling of gossiping fruit bats flying between figtree to fig tree whilst mosquitoes hovered above my head like a black string halo stung me all night long.