aftermath - the second day of the new year

Sandpaper throat. Throbbing head. Viral sneezes.

Shopping bag load of work folders not read. Ad copy on scholarship write up not edited. Schizophrenic PC oning and offing with faulty visual card at will.

Sooooooo not good signs to start a new year with...

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Came home at 4am. At Gene and Wee's pad from 3pm till 3am-ish eating ENDLESSLY and chatting with Dor and Merw and watching Babel and Priscilla with crying teething En for company - poor dear vomited twice.

But from gloriously wonderful food and company.

Merw's chicken rice (delivered in his cool blue Mini Coop).

Gene's Tiger Beer fish and chips with vinegar and tartare sauce.

Wee's baked veggies, simple yet appetising - such refreshingly sweet onions, zucchini and carrots. Oven cooked chicken wings in special batter.

Devil's Food Cake (or soooomething like that lah) from Cedele is soooooooo sinfully delish and Pavlova is sooooooooo heavenly like angels melting in the mouth. Dor's delicate scones.

Flushed with gushes of Orangina with copious cutesy lime-lemon-blueberry ice cubes.

Were alternating dishes, even at midnight. In between DVDs, napping, diaper changing and more eating at 1am, even caught last portion of stupidly censored American Beauty on TV5.

Talk about gorging ourselves swine silly in the Year of the Pig.

And tips on where to tour and when to go and what to do and other inane stuff that came to mind. And little revelations and giveaways (oops, aah so, now I see...).

Dead beat drunk like feel now like totally wasted and heady and tripping. In a good way. And not from even a drop of alcohol.

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Gene's happy we could all make it there with them.

It's a tad stretching it a bit, but these get togethers are a joy and I like being there.

Can't imagine what's up for Lunar New Year.

Can almost expect the SMS come early February already.

;o]