This New Years Eve was a quiet but fun one.  Mr Pigalina and I spent it at my parents with my two cousins, my aunty and uncle.  We played Cluedo and Buzz Jungle Party.  That's Buzz Junior, for children, yet still the forty year olds in the group had some issues with how to play.  The countdown passed without too much cheering and no images of partying masses.  Mum and Dad have a new TV and, farcically, it took seven minutes for them to get the TV back onto a channel and it was 00.06am by the time that we finally managed to see Meatloaf belting out a tune.

Though it was a rather fun night, it was not as we had planned.  The whole night had been planned out before Christmas.  We were to have a barbeque and then boogie the night away at the disco bar to The Jackson 5.  Imagine our suprise when the hosts of the barbeque went away on holiday the day before this planned shindig.  We were told to fear not because camping was on the cards.  There were four problems with this idea though:

1 - The Pigalina's do not camp, we require proper toileting facilities.

2 - Shaun is dreadfully allergic to pollen so a night upon grass would see his eyes swell shut and his nose turn into a river.

3 - The organizers had not selected a location.

Most of all though, number 4 - None of us owns a tent.

After that little revelation plan 2 was thrown out of the window.

It was then that Mum rang to say that my family was down from Christchurch and we decided to spend the night with them.  We decided that we would meet up with the others in town for the countdown.

People, who may or may not be named Murray and Shaun, were supposed to text us when they got to town.  No text came and, as we were highly engrossed in Jungle Party, we decided that they must have stayed at home so we gave town a miss.  However it seems that they did go to town and did indeed dance the night away.  All knowledge of my telling them to text us has been denied yet sitting in the sent items on my phone are two messages reading: "My aunty is down so we having tea at mums text us when you get to town :)" and "Tee hee text us when you get to town."  I shall forgive them, eventually.  After they admit that they must learn to read properly.

 

The 1st was also mine and Mr Pigalina's 4th wedding anniversary, aww, we are old.  Well that was how the year began. The first two months are already pretty much mapped out for me too.  I have about two weeks of work then I am off to The Big Day Out (woot) and turning 25.  Then February sees a trip to Australia and unemployment as of the end of the month.  Yes, I must look for a job again.  My favourite.  So who knows what I will be doing for the rest of 2007?  Hopefully something exciting (dream on Pigalina, dream on).