The city was alive New Year's Eve, with lots of hot boys all heading somewhere. Chatty, sexy, full of bravado. Sexy wog boys in tight jeans. Everybody was happy, laughing, smiling. The girls were hot, they looked the part.
We caught a tram and we didn't have to pay. It was loud and packed. It seemed bright, lively, and heading some place for the night. We felt like a gang, a part of a gang and without talking we were all out with each other, even if we didn't acknowledge each other, exactly.
Mat’s mum and dad have retired to a life on the sea. Their boat was moored in Victoria Harbour one boat from the end of the bay right next to the barge that was letting off the fireworks. It was spectacular. The colours were amazing, the noise was thrilling. I should have taken some photos, but I was too lost in the moment.
The fireworks were fantastic, big and gay. Bang, bang, bang. Boom, boom, boom. We watched them explode over Victoria Harbour, reflecting across the water, quite beautifully, from the bow of Mat’s father’s boat.
I drank champagne and I'm not paying today, amazingly. Champagne, I mean it's a girl's drink, it usually makes me giddy and weak. It usually gives me a head ache and needing to lie down. Beer is the gay drink, all those straight boys would be surprised. What I mean, of course, is that gay boys have taken to it like they take to cock.
Everybody was happy, laughing, smiling, looking for a good time.
Mat’s mum turned on the food, of course, she laid it on, sea food, caviar, chicken platters, meat, salads of all kind, all laid out. Pavlova and cheese cake and fruit salad for dessert and champagne and wine and beer, as much as you could drink and eat, all laid out on the main deck.
It was lovely, lying back on the plus cushions on the deck of the huge boat, it was like we had a wide screen TV to the celebrations.
Happy New Year.
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