December 31st
1999.
It was New Years Eve and we spent the night driving around with Mum going from party to party. I don’t remember any of the parties except the last one we ended up at and the only part I remember clearly is when the clock struck 12, one of the adults at the party flickered the lights in the lounge room on and off and I thought what a lame way to bring in a new century.
Safe to say that the 9 year old version of myself sitting on that couch in a strangers house would be proud of me to say the least. I definitely made up for the massive anti climax of that night over the years. It feels pretty weird that I’ve spend today working out, cleaning my house and napping. I had absolutely no plans up until 48 hours ago when Klinton announced that he would be hitching from country New South Wales around 9 hours south to Bendigo. When Lisa finishes work tonight at 6pm the two of us are jumping in the car with out friend Kitty and road tripping it to Bendigo.
It might sound crazy to some(especially people living in Bendigo) that we would leave the city on New Years Eve. Not even heading to the beach but inland to a country town where we only know one person. The 9 year old Tommy inside me is thinking ‘what the hell are you doing?!’ I say to him what I said to Klinton a couple of hours on the phone when he was excited trying to plan an itinerary for the night; Sometimes the best plans are no plans.
Happy New Year!