token thursday night post.

ive always been extraordinarily blase about new years eve. i guess because in the past it’s involved being bored and not getting the token midnight smooch. the 4 day summer blast that included new years just gone was a pleasant exception to this trend. 4 days of unrelenting relaxation, party fun happiness and just a whole fucking lot of doing what the fuck we wanted. noosa was our backdrop. the punters were everywhere, bang up for a top night. it’s all a massive kalidascoped blur now, bits and pieces trickle through to confirm it really did all happen. the pocket is but poor now, and the bills and upcoming cruise and going to be an uber strech, but we’ll deal. being smothered by the new half is a unusual and sometimes uncomfortable experience. being forced to play the solo game for so long, its hard to get into the groove. i’ll pay for it.

a new era begins.