Wow, that's a subject title that pretty much promises to deliver.
Yesterday was spent with my dear group of friends which consists of about 15 boys. The day before NYE I recieved 3 txts which summarises my friends pretty well, they went like this...
G: Hey poo bums tomorrow NYE come to mine after 9:45pm for a big sausage pizza. Bring a bottle of absynth, EACH.
C: Brock vs Overeem and BBQ good times, my place from 12. UFC starts at 2pm. Txt back so I know how many cows to kill.
S: Yo party people, after C's epic bbq and UFC goodness at 12pm, and before G's epic party and Jewness at 9:45pm, come round to my place for a post fight/pre party bbq at 6pm. I have plenty of beer and meats. Msg back if you're down.
So yesterday was a sausage fest in all ways. The BBQs always consists of mass amounts of meat and very very little salad - (I quote: 'Why is this steak green?') and lots of fun.
Overeem beat Brock which was awesome and Brock then retired so that was exciting. Illegal fireworks were hilariously set of in a tiny space full of people - much screaming, giggling and spear tackling ensued.
Fab and I took a break from the 24hour meat challenge to meat, whoops, to meet with a friend for some thai food. A welcome change.
More fireworks, of course, this time at the beach where other beach goers clapped and thanked us for the show. A mishap with a firework that shot off directly in our direction instead of up...again, more screaming and hilarity.
There were some new years kisses and when it was all over, I came home to find my dog had had diarrhea all over the house.
A wonderful evening all up. In hindsight it was probably a short preview of the year to come, or at least I hope so.
Good friends, new friends, lots of bbqs, silly behaviour, midnight kissing, near death firework experiences and a little bit of shit.
I made a few new years resolutions too, mainly just be less fat, wear more heels and a few slightly more interesting ones that i'll reveal as they hopefully take effect.
Love Nani x
