The new year always takes a couple of days to sink into my subconscious.
We spent a pleasant evening at our friends' yesterday, enjoying what C called a home-cooked banquet: Thai green curry, her specialty; laksa (grateful my effort went down well!); pad thai; seafood marinara; chocolate fondue with fresh fruit; coconut pudding; jelly; Maxim's pork puffs and swiss roll.
Too much food as usual, and now our fridge is bulging with left-overs.
It was nice meeting M's big brother from WA and his daughter and her partner, plus the next-door neighbours G and his wife D and their friends.
Very different kind of countdown party from what we might do with our peers back home.
For one, the music.
M decided to make full use of his surround-sound system, and the house turned into a nightclub immediately, especially with the lights turned down.
But no one came knocking on the door to complain.
Beth the introvert went into hyper mode the minute the music came on, dancing like siao in her own unique way.
Jordanne alternated between bopping up and down on the arm of a couch, enjoying the festivty from a safe distance, and asking Mummy and jie jie to dance with her.
I particularly enjoyed watching M's niece dance: wish I had that kind of confidence and in-tune-ness with my body.
My kids have loosened me up a lot, but I do think I could do with a few private lessons to shed the last bits of inhibition and to understand how my arms and legs relate to each other!
Loud music aside, an Aus party seems to necessarily include smoke and alcohol.
Next year, I said to hubby, I think we'll go away for the year-end countdown.
Just to sample a different way of marking the end of another year.
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