  okay - new years eve sins grand total = zero. had basically boring evening at a house party with the beautiful people of perth sipping champers.
i obviously was drinking blue absolut vodka forty percent alcohol or whatever it is to try and combat the fact everyone around me looked like they had walked out of cosmopolitan magazine, and some even like a centrefold from UK vogue but you get the gist.
I got a major gripe here - music at house parties. now im fairly easy going when it comes to what noise passes past in my audible vacinity, but........ what i hate is when a couple of drunk booze hags decide they are DJ and their two favourite tracks, which at this party were Pink- god is a Dj, and outkast whatever that song is called, are played on repeat with hideous dance moves to accompany and insipid giggling/ attempts to sing along. so yes any chance of music actually settling the mood for being somewhere pleasant was banished at this point.
but, there were sparklers for which i am a bit of a sucker, and this year i actually managed to hold one without burning the shirt of any unsuspecting guy i was trying to disco pash like my effort last year. so basically, new years eve sins kept to an absolute minimum ie none, it was bad music, mutton dressed as lamb and a boyfriend at some bar in fitzroy VICTORIA so not even a cheeky pash at midnight. blah, 363 sleeps til i can do it all again. 
