Talk about happy ending, I was one grinny girl, all night, apart from the moments when I was terrified, trying to locate our dinner party and some child is dropping crackers off the balcony at us... The streets were all out war, with kids hurling them at each other and trying to get their fingers blown off. The bridge was just a crowd of people kissing and yelling and shooting off fireworks amidst the crowd, smoky, noisy, terrifying and fun.
It started with fondue and ended with my hairy boyfriend spouting lines from the communist manifesto, further convincing the drunken boys that he was the Australian Karl Marx. I am in love with the Australian Karl Marx, apparently.
Now it's snowing, and I have to peel my grinning face away from the window, where I keep returning to stare in wonder. While our big cake of a building is starting to look suitably frosted... I have to go stare at it now, it might not last.