a Happy New Year (as far as possible).
Some moments ago I realised that it was already January 4 & I still hadn't posted my photos of Sydney's magnificent Fireworks display on NYE. It kind of loses the moment if I don't bother posting them until early February.
I am going to gallop through the photos because I'm desperate to get down to 'BednobsEtc', my favourite shop in the whole world. It's been shut since Xmas Eve & only opened today. Who knows what will be there besides a whole load of rotting clothes that once belonged to a Drag Queen? Just like Dr. Frankenfurter in The Rocky Horror Show, I can feel myself, 'trembling in Anti-ci-pay-tion'.
Enough of that for now.
Look above at the Sydney Skyline taken from the daggy rooftop of my building just before nightfall on NYE. Even though I was cooking up a storm for my guests at the time, I had been told about Mysterious Skywriting that had from out of the blue suddenly appeared & I had to get up there & photograph it. The first couple of words were intriguing.....'Trust. How?' My imaginative friend Marge thought that this could be a personal message from some poor hapless lover who had been betrayed. We waited in breathless anticipation for the rest of the sentence:
'How?..........Because I'm a fool in love'.
'How?........can I ever get over you?'
'How?.....could you be such a toad?'
All of these sentiments of course were totally applicable to my own situation , but as it turned out, not for the Skywriter. The next word that appeared was 'Christ.'
I stomped back to my apartment slightly disappointed, returning an hour or so later for the 9pm, Kiddie's Fireworks. To us Spoiled Seasoned Fireworks Audience, this offering seemed a little ho hum even though the whole Shebang was supposedly designed by Marc Newson who specialises in designing uber-cool aeroplane interiors. I wondered what kind of a cross-over designing reclining seats that turned into snug bedlets (ooo..did I just make up a word then, I wonder?) had with designing Firecrackers.
But perhaps I was just suffering from Fireworks Fatigue.
At any rate, I began to be much more interested in looking at the revellers in the apartment building down the road. They seemed to be having a much rowdier & an altogether better time than we were on my roof. But perhaps I was just suffering from the Perennial Grass is Always Greener Syndrome.
What a relief for us all.
It's the Sydney Harbour Bridge.
Me & my guests went back down to my apartment & once again clinked my Villeroy & Boch glasses together & toasted the New Year. I breathed a sigh of relief when no glasses were chipped in the process.
I was busting to ask everyone if they had any New Year's Resolutions, but I knew that I'd be howled down, so I didn't. People hate that kind of talk. At least the ones that come to my place.
Among my guests, were the proprietors of my favourite local Potts Point cafe, Zinc. I am always v. nervous when they come to my place as they serve everything beautifully & all their food is fab. Every time they come (which I must admit is rare), I immediately transform into a combination of Basil Fawlty, Manuel, his bumbling waiter from Barcelona & Inspector Clouseau.
And you can kind of see what I mean in the photo above, where I'm inappropriately giving the finger to someone (not you). I often try & compensate for my nervousness by Showing Off, a behaviour that my Mother considered a War Crime.
Thankfully, there were No Glass Casualties.
I think green peas & rocket also featured, & clearly a lemon did as you can see it in the photo, above.
The last photo is of Mae's Godmothers, AJ & Marge from Thousand Oaks Ca. Marge was throwing her head back because she'd read somewhere that throwing one's head back whilst performing a Discreet Hair Flick at the same time makes you look younger in photos. I must must try it.
Perhaps that could be one of my New Year's Resolution.