of the road home

A couple of days ago, I had received a mission from my dad via email (he’s still in China): I was to deliver 9 nine roses to my mom at her work place, BUT I was not to be seen. The mission was delayed by a couple of days because 1) my ‘Net was down and when I finally did get it, it was too late for that day and 2) I totally forgot the next day. -_-;;

Anyways, I planned to do it today and it would save me 28 bucks if I drove there myself. Actually, I thought that it would be better to put that 28 bucks to my petrol tank cause I basically was running on fumes. =P So after tanking up, I headed to my mom’s work place in West Ryde. Before leaving the house, I had already mapped out the way to get there. It was most probably not the best way, but it was the most direct using big roads. Getting there was a breeze and before I knew it, I accidently drove past Pfizer. I bided my time for a u-turn, which took surprisingly longer than I anticipated *Sighs* the road was deceptively empty looking, but whenever I tried to do a u-turn a truck/car would come barrelling down from either way.

You had to go through security if you were a visitor, I was kinda surprised but I guess I should have guessed it would be high-ish security. The guy with the clipboard was nice, he smiled at me and told me to sign my name at the window of the security guard’s compartment thingy. The guy there was brusque, which kinda scared me a little, but I bravely stammered my intentions. “Is that how far you’re only gonna go? To the reception?” He gave me a hard stare with his icy blue eyes. Ick. *gulp* My voice quavered a bit giving him as I gave my assent.

When I was waiting at the lights to turn into Wharf Rd., I saw three ladies walking away from the petrol station, crossing the street. Idly, I mused that wouldn’t it be funny if those ladies were Pfizer employees? Man, that’s one long walk to get snacks or lunch, but it didn’t looked like they minded – they were laughing and talking as they walked. As the suspicious security dude assessed that I was no threat to the company and that there was probably no bombs hidden in the midst of the 9 roses (beautifully and artfully arranged with greenery and lavender, kudos to my florist ^_^), he directed me where to go and told me to basically follow those ladies there. I managed a watery smile and said thanks – I’m quite sure they hired him on the basis that he’s so scary, which means he’s fulfilling his job description; full marks for him. =P I turned around and surprise, surprise, the ladies that he mentioned were the 3 that I drove past! =) Fancy that.

There were three receptionists and all of them looked at the flowers first and then me and joked about whose roses they were for. With hopeful smiles, they asked what they could do for me, a rather thinly veiled “whose roses are they for? Please say it’s for me”. lol =) I told them what my dad wanted and they all went “daym” and did an action of missed opportunity or something like that (e.g. one of them thumped the table, another sighed). The one on the right efficently looked up which department my mom was working in and commented that it must be her cause she was the only one with that last name. The middle one stood up, reached for the roses and said, “Well, if you don’t want to give them to her yourself, I’ll happily do it for you.” I thanked them profusely and left.

*breathes out a sigh of relief* Mission Accomplished.

In the visitors’ carpark, I quickly scanned the route back home. It shouldn’t be too hard, I thought to myself. I’d just have to go backwards basically.

Ooh, how I was SO wrong.

Everything was going well… until I tried to get onto James Ruse Drive. I missed my ramp and went onto the ramp that went towards Hornsby and not away. -_-# Mistake Number 1. I wailed as I continued to follow the people I was following. It was a moment of weakness to conform, I was like should I take that exit that looks like it goes the right way, going under the bridge, but I kept driving. Argh. I’m such a sheep.. or a goat *looks at Beer Monster* Ha-ha-ha, I know you would have thought that! Slack. [Ed. sorry, personal joke]

Took the first exit, pulled over and consulted my trusty map. After a couple minutes examining how to get back onto James Ruse Drive, I did a u-ie and ended up going the right direction. A little more wary of the roads and where they led to, I thanked my optometrist for my glasses, as I wouldn’t have been able to see the signs til it was too late. I exited James Ruse to get onto the M5. I noticed that the next exit was Silverwater Rd. What the…??? Gods daym it, I exited too early and I’m heading back towards the way I came. Mistake Number 2. I really do suck. Luckily, I could go back onto the M5 (and heading the RIGHT way *shakes her head*). This was a costly mistake, as I had to pay the toll both ways. *sighs*

It strongly reminded me of taking Corporal Cow home one day from Beer Monsters house after dropping him home. It was the first coupla times I’d dropped him home and took the M4 home. Corporal Cow expressed her uncertainty in going a different way to what we were use to. “Trust me,” I told her confidently. “I’ve been this way before and it’s way quicker than Heathcote Rd.” I went onto the M5 and Corporal Cow was like “umm, isn’t livo back there? *points behind us*” Umm… crap. Yea, it was. I had to go through the toll and decided to be cheap and take Henry Lawson drive home. =P The longest 20 mins of a detour ever. Felt so bad and apologized to Corporal Cow all the way home, but she took it in her own stride and said, “Let’s think of it as a scenic detour home.” Ah, she’s so sweet.

From the M5, I was like “right, it should be a breeze from here. I know this road…. I think.” Mistakes do bad things for one’s confidence. Well, I was confident enough to take off my glasses. Man, that takes getting use to. Where the pads was resting lightly the bridge of my nose, it started to tingle and I wanted to scratch it really badly. Hehe… but yea, dun wanna use it too much because it was recommended by other glasses users that the more you use it, the more you get dependent on it. So I’m just gonna use it when I’m driving somewhere I need to look at the signs and when I’m lookin for something faraway… like… I dunno, something =P

Today’s meal: Butter Chicken. I hate it when the stuff has been checked out, they tell you how much it costs, and when go and get it from your wallet/coin purse, you realize that you don’t have enough. Ick. He was pretty good humoured about it though. =) Anyways, I haven’t tasted it yet cuz I thought I’d finish the rest of the satay from last night, but mom said it was quite nice. So lookin forward to when I’m hungry. I had to cover and let it simmer for 15 minutes or until the chicken was cooked through, stirring occassionaly. I lifted the lid one of the times I “stirred occassionaly” and a projectile came flying at me. =T Now I’ve got this little white blister on my chest. -_- Bleh. Sometimes cooking sucks.

of good movies, bad movies, and cooking

*pompously* Today is a momentous occassion whereby I, squishies, have officially fallen from the ranks of those whose vision is 20/20 (there’s now only three of them left! Who will the one that becomes myopic?!?! Stay tuned..). *makes a face* Yea… I got glasses. They’re so cute … and it’s purple!! =D Pity my brother looks better than me with them on. “Omg! I look like a writer” He does look rather intelligent with them on, gosh darn it. I look rather normal with it on, and with the new short bob of a hair cut I got the other day, my face looks like a full moon.

Last night, Myle, General Hobo, Bazza, Mong, Csaba, Beer Monster, and I watched Alexander (Boogle was there too, but he fell asleep not even half way through the movie). Myle and Corporal Cow hired it, though I really wanted to watch Shaun of the Dead – that and I had terrible misgivings of watching Alexander when supposedly it was a complete dud of a film. *bimboly* Oh.. my…. god… it was worse than I could have possibly had imagined. It started out okay… but it went really quickly and real waaaay down hill from there. There was soooo many speeches/monologues, it dragged on and on and on and on… argh… we were got pretty impatient with it, to say the least. When he got carried off from the battle field with the Indians, we all kinda cheered, thinking it was the end of the movie because he had died. Oh how wrong we were… I think I can say for all who’s watched it last night that we were VERY disappointed that he didn’t die right there and then. We had more of an emotional attachment to Jared Leto’s role as Alexander’s best friend, closest confidant, and lover (maybe cuz he was kinda cute in it) than Alexander himself.

The night wasn’t a complete write off. We did have fun bagging it out and there was this one bit where Alexander disrobed himself and clambered into bed – the light was in just the right position to throw a detailed shadow of his *ahem* man-package. Heheh, the guys made a huge fuss about it, but none of the gurls had seen anything. Obviously, we had to rewind it to see it *sniggers*…. several times, pausing it at a frame that was… hmm … let’s say “picture perfect”…. for a really long time while we hooted and laughed at it (i.e. the gurls). We couldn’t help it! I think we’re too immature for these kinda things, not mature enough to take it into stride and leave it well alone. The first time that we rewound it, Csaba managed to block Mong successfully from seeing it with the blanket they were sharing. *giggles* Though he utterly failed the second time – she’s one determined gurl and put up a hell of a tug-a-war fight trying to take her leg back from Csaba (who tried to drag her back into the vicinity of the blanket).

Been cooking dinner for mom and my brother lately. Today was a new recipe: Beef Satay (with extra peanuts) and capsicums. I’d buy the buck choy, but it looked real dodgy. I was cooking the rice on the stove at the same time as well (why not cook rice in a normal rice cooker? Stay tuned), so while the beef strips were browning, I lifted up the lid of the rice pot and went to place it on the table top… except I guess there was still a bit of oil on my fingers and the lid slipped… onto a bowl of oil that I had there cause i had to drain the excess oil from the frying pan. The bowl leapt up, splashing warm oil onto my elbow and with an almighty crash, it scattered itself all over the floor. Ugh. Such a klutz. The meal turned out well though =)

Anyways, the reason I’ve been using a pot to cook rice in instead of a rice cooker is because I managed to burn the rice. *sighs* How the hell did I manage that with a rice cooker? Well, not being asian enough, I have a Tiffany rice cooker (which has a terrible reputation in reheating already cooked rice: it burns them slightly). So my dad’s solution to this was to put it on our stove. I’ve seen him do this a lot of times and the rice always comes out nicely. *sighs* I should have kept an eye on it more instead of being distracted by The Saddle Club (which my brother was watching *sniggers* “There’s nothing else on!!” he hollered when I teased him about it. “And the ‘Net’s down.” *makes a face* Telstra in my area was down for like 2 days. Ick.). Anyways, the bottom was completely burnt – caked on charcoal. No matter how much I scrubbed at it, it would stubborn stay there. Oh some left, but there’s still an extraordinary amount left. Tried so many things as well: vinegar (thinking that it’s acid and it’ll soften it or something), dishwashing liquid, Ajax. Nothing worked. Ugh. It’s still like that.

Watched Singin’ in the Rain tonight. Love that movie. I love some oldie movies, musicals especially. I was kinda disappointed what My Fair Lady was not there (Audrey Hepburn is a legend and she’s soooo good in that movie), but Singin’ in the Rain was a good follow-up thingy. Reminded me of when I went to watch it with General Hobo at the Lyric theatre. Och, THAT was an amazing experience. I just wish I had enough money to watch as many musicals and plays as I liked. *Sighs

I’ve been yum-cha-ing with the gurls a lot lately. This means that I’ve been Cabra a lot lately. When you’re in Cabra that much, you’re bound to see an accident or two because we all know that Asian drivers are terrible… especially Asian FEMALE drivers. Pity I didn’t see this happen, but Corporal Cow and Pvt. Paranoia saw this chick manoeuver her small car right into the ticket machine (the one where you take the ticket and triggers the boom gate to go up). She got out of the car and looked around in a lost way, got back into the car and drove off. Managed to get a huge dent at the side of the car.

I laughed when I heard this. I know, it’s not all that funny, but in a way it is. Like that time when I tried to forward park into this spot… it was the worst parking I’ve ever done. It was all wonky and all over the place, I was a good 10 cm from scraping my back passenger door onto the metal pillar. Ugh. Had such a bitch of a time getting it out of that spot. -_- *terrible French accent* I am ashamed. It kinda wasn’t funny, but it was? I laughed in the end (my brother was bagging me out so much, saying that he wished we had a camera so then he could send a pic into Skoopy.com so that everyone can laugh at my horrendous parking job), but I was also kinda annoyed at myself of misjudging the squishiness of the spot (the guy next to me had practically parked on the line). Bleh… On a better note… I got out of that spot without scratching the car =D yay! Okay, that wasn’t really funny, but when you hear stuff like that you just laugh! *makes a face* it’s a laughable situation and let’s leave it at that ^_^ hehe

of nye celebrations

Och, it’s been a while since I’ve last updated *makes a face* summer does terrible things to my motivation to do things.

Christmas was a quiet affair… very quiet in comparison with the NYE’s celebration that I had.

I was up in Tea Gardens with my folks – bonding time! Though mom can be demanding and at times just … mmm nazi-ing. Ah well. It was beautiful up there. There’s some snaps that we took, but the pics don’t really do justice to the real thing. So it was a very quiet and relaxing Xmas.

NYE, on the other hand, was quite noisy, loud, and filled with drama, to say the least. =) ehehe I wanted to “document” (so to speak) the happenings while 21 (plus two of Linly’s friends, so 23) of us were away at a fishing farm that Luscious Linly’s dad owned. It was quite far from “civilisation”, being about 2.5 hrs from Sydney, the closest town with a supermarket was 20 minutes away. It also had limited power that came from a fuelled-generator, limited water from a big rain-water tank, and no reception (though we all found out later that there were on/off reception for Optus, while none for Vodafone). Anyways, what happened with the “documentation”?? *sheepishly* I left it too long and I’ve forgotten most of it, though I guess that filters out a lot of you-had-to-be-there jokes =P

The trip up there was pretty uneventful, though not without problems. Luscious Linly was uber late (even by her standards), coming with a car packed with SO much stuff that her bottom right tire was bulging out at the side. We were shocked, even though we all know Linly to be a everything-but-the-kitchen-sink-but-on-the-other-hand-I-might-need-it-so-I’ll-take-it-anyways-you-never-know kinda gal. Her boot was stuffed to the brim and there was only her and Rob. They had to go back home to unload stuff because there were several small cars that went up, with 4 people in it plus their luggage AND their food, we couldn’t possibly fit any of the stuff she wanted into other cars. She and Rob met us up there at Bennett’s beach in Hawks Nest – we couldn’t just barge into the place, though we DID want to get down to business of getting drunk ASAP. =P I guess there was that sense of propriety ^_^ ehheh

Driving into the fishing farm brought a sense of nervousness. We weaved our way between big ponds and a swamp (!!! Rob, who was absolutely smashed by this stage, drawled in his American accent, “Dude, this place, I swear to you, this place was where they filmed ‘Anaconda’!! Anaconda!! *fake scream* Watch out for those huge mofo’s!!!”) [Ed. okay, so I paraphrased. Any of you guys reading who's met Rob would definitely scoff at the idea of Rob emitting a gurly screech *smirks* though I'd pay to see that ^_^ teehee] The tall gum trees parted to reveal a medium-sized house on impossibly skinny stilts, our trepidation kind of increased as we got closer to the house, but within minutes we had explored the house, made lots of exclamations about the house and its facilities (we all thought it would be similar to be camping, the sort of camping where you’d have to dig your own hole for a lavatory), claiming rooms, setting (more like dumping) food onto the table, alcohol was looked after by sticking them into eskies with loads of ice (that was one of the first things they did, the alcoholics), and those who brought tents, began to set them up (there were 4 tents). It wasn’t unusual to see one of the guys holding a beer in one hand and carrying something in the other, now and again taking a swig from the bottle and smacking their lips in satifaction. The gurls weren’t any better, sad to say; some of the gurls in fact had made sure that the gurly drinks and the pre-made punch (alcoholic of course) were chilled before doing what they needed to do.

We hit the drinks hard after finishing moving in, so much so that we kinda forgot to eat dinner. When we did remember, it was too late and the drinks had already gone to our head. A couple of the gurls had passed out before midnight and the rest of us tried to ease off the drinks so we wouldn’t follow. During the time that the gurls were getting trashed and trying to console those that were alcohol-induced crying, the boys had a LOT of fun with the ATV or quad-bike (what you will) and had taken each other or the gurls on it for a spin. We knew when a gurl would be on the ATV when you hear her scream, which would fade away into the distance, muffled by bushes and trees… and then the scream getting louder as she neared the house. Hehe. We rode it dry that first day, Myle and Boogle had to roll it back to the house. Unfortunately, the second day, it completely died on Purple Ome and Bazza in such a way that the steering had locked up and it was really hard to push back to the house. It was then that four guys piled into my dusty Camry on the ATV rescue mission. We think there was no more oil or something, but what ever it was, it definitely needed a visit to the mechanics. =T We all felt pretty bad, but there was nothing we could do – it being a public holiday and all. I wonder if it’s fixed yet. o_O

At around 11:30pm, we tried to round up everyone to go to the beach to see the fireworks at Nelson bay from across the bay, which we managed to do save those who had passed out and those that had gone missing. Susie, Katie, and Soph had managed to disappear over the course of the night and no matter how much we tried to look for them and how much Bazza (aka Lt. Looney) yelled to meet under the light (there was only one and there were lots of bugs buzzing rather maniacally around it *shudders*), who mind you had a voice that would penetrate a thick brick wall, we still couldn’t find them or get them to come out from where they were. Mind you, most of us were pretty out of it and so I guess we happened to overlook a couple spots. Not wanting to miss the fireworks, we moved out. I’d like to point out that we were all very responsible and had the guys drive us that night, except for Mong who didn’t drink, both nights I think. ^_^

Beer Monster had examined the map earlier in the day and had me drive his ass, followed by Mikey’s car, to this beach that he reckoned was real good for the fireworks. Instead of driving 1.5 hrs to Nelson’s bay, it’ll be a 20 minute drive. Normally when I park, I try to be parallel with the car next to me (esp. when there’s no parking lanes), a habit I reckon I have to break. I pulled up beside a ute and carefully made sure that I was parallel to it. The camry slowly rolled to a stop and I felt a soft whump! A sense of foreboding stole through me, but I tried to push it away. Even so, I was a bit anxious whilst waiting for Beer Monster to come back from scouting the beach – I knew something was wrong and to make things worse, I knew deep down inside what it was. I just hoped that there wouldn’t be too much trouble. =P Ram loaded himself into the car, sticking the car in reverse, I tried to back out of my spot. Can you guess what happened? *sighs* Yea, I managed to bog myself down in the soft sand (carpark was asphalt, but it was covered with sand so you couldn’t really tell the difference between the two). The guys then dug the sand out from under the front tires and then stuck sticks lengthwise underneath to provide traction for my wheels. Mikey thought this was hilarious and taped it on his phone pda (I’ve been meaning to get a copy of that! Keep forgettin to ask him). The guys pushed while I reversed the car and lo and behold!!! I have been debogged!! Hahahah… -_-;; aww man, I’ve been spending too much time with BM, his lame jokes are contagious!!! -_-# We eventually got to the meeting spot at Bi-Lo and everyone were wondering where we had gone off to. BM nonchalantly stated, “We had… an incident. *pointed look at squishies* You wanna fill the guys in on the… incident?” -_- argh! Was so embarrassed, but it was kinda funny ^_^

Anyways, back to it. Some people were already at the beach with their warm bonfires. The weather was quite chilly considering the blistering hot day that preceded it, and not only was it unexpected, some of us (not looking at anyone Bazza! hehe) had not realised that it was freezing due to the trashed state they were in til someone told them not to be an idiot and to put on a jacket. We spent 10 minutes trying to start the bonfire, to no avail, til we used Mong’s kerosene. There was a little ragged cheer and then we settled down to wait for the new year. Okay, we didn’t settle down so much as just sit down and quit roaming around – we were still pretty loud and our *ahem* language wasn’t the best for those under 10.

At about 10 to 12, Tate got a call from Katie which basically ran along the lines of “You bastard! You left with out me! *hangs up phone*” Tate turned to us and said resignedly, “Ah well, there’s gonna be hell to pay when we get back.” I think we counted down wrong, but what the hey. *shrugs* The fireworks on the otherside of the bay turned out real small and now and again we could hear dull thuds that we took for firework noise. Some people on the beach actually lit up some of their own fireworks, which was pretty cool, but dangerous as well I thought. =P Just was well there wasn’t any mishaps. One by one, the bonfires went out, and ours eventually did too. We trooped back to the cars and when the 3 gurls heard the cars pull up, they (more like 2 of them) started to scream obscenities at certain people. *sighs* Katie screamed at Tate,”You left me here! In this stinkin’ swamp! *string of obscenities*” Problem was, they were so drunk that their anger fueled itself and wouldn’t listen to reason, thinking that they were right – or something like that. So some people were ex-communicated for the night and perhaps the next day even.

I heard Myle’s part of this drama at Corporal Cow’s place after we got back from the fishing farm. When we left for the beach, the eerie silence woke Myle up from her drunken stupor/sleep. Upon querying where everyone went, Boogle told her that they had went to the beach to see the new year in. Believing they were alone until a disembodied voice warbled, “Heeelllllooooo?” Another 2 voices chimed in. One of them exclaimed in disgust, “Bastards! They left without us!!!” Boogle clambered out of their tent to find 3 very lost-looking and very drunk gurls, still holding onto their drinks, who were starting to get really angry. He brought them into the tent to talk and probably placate them, but Boogle kinda kicked them out later cause Katie’s a spiller when she’s smashed off her face. And so they ended up in Susie’s room chatting and whatnot.

The next day was spent on the beach. It was brilliant hot weather for frolicking in the waves; it was a pity that I had forgotten to pack my swimmers =P Bleh. Lunch was a separate affair for each car, but we all met up back at the house and played Scattergories. After that, it was a bit boring. We were just waiting around for the dinner at this RSL. Ugh, the service we got from one of the waiters was terrible. I don’t want to get into it, it’s been over-discussed (rather heatedly too), but I will say one thing about it though: customer service people should keep their feelings in check, as they are in the hospitality industry there’s a level of professionalism should be maintained, though it’s not going without saying that they’re still human and there’s always only so much that you can keep your feelings under check. It can take only one more idiot customer to throw you over the edge. Even so, your emotional/personal life should be kept separate from your professional life. Easy to say, hard to do. =P

We were the last car to leave the RSL, and when we were driving back into the farm, Purple Ome told a stupid scary story (which freaked me out anyways cuz… argh! The farm IS a pretty freaky place!!! Especially at night). The carpark was empty, the house was empty. Only the one light was on, and it looked really creepy – abandoned even. Bazza and I freaked out and wouldn’t leave the car, while our male significant other scoffed at us at being pansies (to which we replied that at least we were safe and not gonna be chopped up into little bits). Much to our (most probably Bazza’s and mine) relief, we could see the other cars’ headlights through the trees. *shivers* It was freaky – it didn’t make any sense that we were the last to leave but the first to get there; there was only one road in and out of Tea Gardens! But we talked to the other cars and they had dropped by the service station along the way to get some supplies and to fill up.

The gurls had had their fun the night before and I guess it was only fair that the guys get trashed on the second night. And boy, did they get trashed. We had these wooden stumps to sit on around the bonfire, these were kept for sentimental reasons as the previous owner of the place had raised his children on them and had bade Linly’s dad to look after them. [Ed. ooh, that was bad Engrish hehe] So Linly’s dad told Rob not to use them as firewood. The guys were too lazy to chop down more firewood, that and the axe was broken by Rob earlier that day, and also because they were drunk, they threw one of the logs into the fire. Bleh. So for the rest of the night, the guys were trying their hardest to burn the log to cinders so Linly’s dad wouldn’t find out what they had done by trying to blow things up in the fire and using dried eucalyptus leaves/branches. The fire would greedily burn the leaves, becoming larger and higher, sending embers up into the treetops of the surrounding gums. It was hot, it was really pretty, but we (i.e. the gurls) were worried that it would cause a bushfire. It also rained down ash and some embers were still glowing as their flitted down; one of which burnt Susie.

The next day saw a scurry of activity as two of the cars readied themselves for the trip back home, cramming all they could into the boot and back seat. The rest of us helped Linly to clean up – I can’t believe how messy we are sometimes, grosses me out to see leftovers that’s 2 days old and has been fly and Gods knows what haven. My car (ie the people in my car) hung back with Mikey’s car to help load the ute that Linly’s dad was going to bring around with all the garbage bags, as the rubbish bin was practically bursting its sides. He came sure enough, but he didn’t want us to load up the ute. He directed us to throw it into the fire that was lazily burning. We just stood there, looking at him with probably the most stupidest faces he’s ever seen since he paused a bit and then promptly hauled the rubbish bin over to the fire, dumping everything into it. “Put bottles in here,” he motioned at the now empty bin. We had mixed our rubbish and we pointed this out to him (we weren’t very keen to go rummaging around in the bags for the bottles), he just waved our feeble protests away and grinned, “Just throw rubbish in, I pick up bottles later.” O-kay. Shrugging, we did as he asked. There were some small, muted thuds after a while. Linly’s dad grin got wider. “Batteries or something like that.” Ah… k. I had my back turned when this happened, but out of nowhere there was a loud, low, and slightly muted thud. I could FEEL the sound waves rushing past me. It was crazy. “That, that was a gas bunsen,” Linly’s dad announced in his knowing way. The small explosion had thrown a burning rubbish into a dry clump of grass. Tate was the one who noticed a small wisp of smoke coming from BEHIND the tree, rather than in front of it. No one really wanted to get that close to the fire, but BM got a shovel and quickly shovelled dirt onto the small fire. The smell was awful, so they had said, but I guess having a blocked nose has its advantages. Suddenly, another explosion occurred. This time, it was loud and projected a bottle high out into the dry creek bed. We all just stood there dumbfounded. If it had gone the other way…. *shudders* I don’t really want to think of that. This explosion also made a lil fire behind the bonfire, and none of us definitely didn’t want to be near the fire taht popped and crackled rather maniacally. I can’t remember who put it out though. Needless to say, my car decided that that was enough of watching the crazy fire and went home.

*breathes a sigh of relief* So, that was the jist of my NYE … so glad I’ve finished. =P