Ana, Phil, Jeremy, Sarah, Adele, David, Liz, and myself graced the The Abbey in Greenlane with our presence (a change from Cesar’s), and the plan was to stay put for the whole night. This was of course the alternative to an idea Nicholas had about going to Fenton Circus with marquees and tables, a generator, lights, and a great many vessels of liquor. We’ll say no more about that.
Anyway, human nature kicked in (or something else in Jeremy kicked in…) and we traipsed across to SPQR in Ponsonby, and as with many decisions like this, we should have stayed put.
Who hasn’t gone out at some stage, and thought the grass was greener on the other side? There’s always going to be a night just a little better just down the road and around the corner – everyone has surely experienced this.
As for the ‘special moment’ at some arbitrary time someone looked at their watch and stated: “oh look – the new year”, and hugs and kisses and other forms of mutual admiration were passed around.
I think the highlight of the night was Marty’s phone call. He decided he was going to start afresh in 2006, and this included death by drowning for his cellphone. Of course, he could have waited to finish the call before carrying out this great symbolic gesture. Oops.