1.02.2023

ALL IS QUIET ON NEW YEAR'S DAY

I summon...the NEW YEAR!

But don't tell the wife...of NEW WAVE!


**vinyl record scratch/vhs rewind sound effect** 


You're probably wondering how she got here.  It all began when we decided to spend our last New Year's weekend in Australia in the Central Coast, about an hour's drive north of Sydney's paputok.  There was no particular or sentimental reason behind our travel plans, but there was a definite recurring vibe at every stop that - unlike Astley - one of us would give you up.  

Things started well enough at beautiful Terrrigal and its gorgeous boardwalk and lookout point...

"on the rocks" foreshadowing alert

...but the mood took a turn when I suggested we go up the neighboring Skillion to see the views and maybe some wild bunnies, not realizing how long and steep the climb would be

lugging a love padlock up there didn't help 

The following day we thought we'd go through the big local treetop adventure course thinking it would be be fun and easy for the kid instead it was hard and harrowing and wa-poise for EVERYONE  

but only I took pics of their humiliation

Ok, we all had to de-stress from that experience. Surely some farm animal feeding would soothe the nerves...



...except those damn alpaca divas were a bit too self-aware of their instagrammable-ness and overly presumptuous with the selfies...


...and did not respect personal space at all and think its cool to lick and smooch someone's wife I mean I'M RIGHT HERE

she kissed a herd and she liked it

Well, then.  Not the romantic kiss at the stroke of new year I envisioned, but whatever.  I cannot be blamed for subsequently taking us to dramatic Norah's Head and its famed jagged breaks...


...and there channel my Namor/NiƱo sin amor powers over the seas and its dregs...


...and TOTALLY immerse the LLDD-Hyphen-L in NEW WAVE

this should have been a Flock of Seagulls video

The following day/year, I think the proverbial storm had passed, and tapos na ang pagmumuni-muni.  Problem was, the hiking trail we took on the way home was called - I kid you not - Mooney Mooney...


...and there, right in front of us, wildlife once more got in our way and let the wife know what kissin' she be missin'

always some tongue there to remind me


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