Ho Ho Ho

On Christmas-Eve-Eve we had a bbq at Baz and Shay's, where we indulged in ridiculous but hilarious drunken physical challenges and a series of dares. Joel's nudie run (butt-naked except for his pluggers) through Springfield was caught on film and I share it here for your viewing ... um, pleasure? amusement? By the way, we didn't use a flash for this shot. The white halo of light surrounding Joel is emanating from him. That is one white ass.

The less said about the rest of the dares the better I think, although it is fair to say that Shay and I got to know each other a whole lot better than we ever thought possible.

Ahem, anyhoo.

Christmas Eve and Christmas morning were spent at Bellbowrie with the Camerons, before we went down to Cooloongatta to spend a couple of days with the Woolleys.

Once back in Brisbane, we enjoyed some obligatory festive-season beers at the RE with many of the usual suspects and Cranks who was up from Melbourne. Joel I set some kind of world record breaking no less than nine pot glasses - six at once when my tidy stacking skills resulted in a pile toppling from the bar. That's a lot of broken glass and a hefty stink-eye from security. Anyway, waking up at Stirlo's the next morning on the hottest day of my life in a somewhat fragile condition was not so fun. "So damn hot ... milk was a bad choice ..."

This last shot should definitely come with some kind of parental guidance warning but given that it's something we've all come to expect from these two I won't bother.