I realised that in all the fuss before xmas, I forgot to cover a few important events. One of these was the launch of Mel and Georgia's amazing calendar, featuring photos of semi-naked blokes set against collages made from National Geographic magazines.
They held the launch at this awesome bar that I would love to write up for work, but I can't because it's in some chap's backyard.
It was nice to see a few faces I've missed lately, particularly Georgia.
Tim is Mr July! Jason and Rick look on approvingly and some might say a little enviously.
It was Callum's 21st birthday before xmas also. Quiet a crowd had gathered at his house, just down the road from our place.
His dad serenaded him with bagpipes, and Syd made a special short film of Callum skating. There was heaps of great food. It was really nice.
Scottie's back from NYC in a big way. Voltron is forming again, even if he does still have a bung leg.
On a whim the other day, we went to taco Bills for their half-price margarita Friday. Turns out the deal is a crock, but their full price margaritas aren't half bad!
They give you a ridiculous hat if you buy a jug.
Shona dropped by and drowned her babysitting sorrows.
We only got two hats, but we all took turns wearing them, because they're so good.
In other news, Tess has been well. Here she is, inspecting a makeshift bridge over the creek.
We went to see one of Rosie's faves Lawrence Arabia play two nights in a row. He's quite a talented fellow, complete with trademark NZ dry wit, tunefulness, skinny legs and spot on social commentary.
Bret and I went and ate pho - it was delicious.
Chatted to Joe on the internet, even virtually met his son Ellwood. Amongst other things, we discussed the new release from his Izrock pressings of Keegan's photo book Hot Dudes.
I visited Keegan and had a look at the book, which is causing quite a stir on the internet. It's great. He also gave me some orange shoes.