New Year's Eve, though blurry, went something like this. We started at Strada for a hearty meal and few glasses of wine. From there we went via the flat to visit Giles and family for a beer, before heading into Covent Garden for our traditional cocktails in Navajo Joes. And although it was busier in there than normal, and they irritatingly stopped serving cocktails at one point nothing could get us downhearted, not even the the 15 minute wait for a bus back up to Camden.
We made it into the Mixer in plenty of time to order drinks and find somewhere for all 11 of us to stand together. And with the majority of the 50 party poppers in hand we saw the New Year in in fine style. (No Pints of Green this year, after Kev turned green drinking one the day before.)
Then it was time to pile back to the house for more cocktails, Woo Woo's, Bundy and coke, and some nice cocktail inventions of our own (Gin, Vodka, Peach Schnapps and Orange Juice - who would have thought it. Tropical!)
It took a while for us to get going, but sometime in the early hours the party was in full swing; there were displays from the Performing Munchkins and the Bundy Fuelled Dance Troupe. Leading Sara to pronounce it the Best New Year yet. I think we all agreed.
Photographic Evidence.
Around at Gile's
Navajo Joes
A stroll around Covent Garden to work off that alcohol.
In the Mixer for a few Jack Daniels
Meanwhile back at the ranch....
Sara gets it on with Tigger.
The Performing Munchkins with an extra member, until she got kicked out for being too tall.
Performing Munchkins.
The Bundy Fuelled Dance Troupe, for one night only, performing in Camden.
Hey Macarena!!!
It's hard to explain this picture. Sometime in the small hours it was discovered that a cheese dip could be used as kind of glue...
... and so paper ears, moustache and eyebrows were attached to Benjy.
A definite one off evening I think we're all agreed.
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