While the government turned on the money hose to turn Sydney into a draconian fascist replica of East Berlin, the gang took off to Terrigal to celebrate. After a whisky tasting session, serious dancing and lounging about, I felt much better about the state of the world. I'll even be sorry to see that awesome wall go.
Legs Akimbo! Mich tries out a new form of dancing - possible only after drinking 1.8 bottles of chardonnay. We dubbed it 'synchronised couch swimming'...
Joel sleeping under a mountain of scatter cushions at 3am. Ahh, so peaceful. He calls this sort of sleeploitation photo 'digital rape' and did attempt to delete all the photos, but luckily a few survived.
Labels: APEC, bollocks, couch diving, whisky

1 Comments:
Oh you lovely kids with your drinking...I will be catching up with cheap beer in the Czech rep this week and expensive whisky tasting of my own in bonnie scotland. Wish you were all coming for more entertaining sofa based fun.
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