Edinburgh - Hogmanay
For New Years Eve I didn't really have any plans as such, until my friend Snakey (long story, don't ask) said she was goin up to Edinburgh to spend it there and she had a spare pass if I wanted to come too. You need a pass to get into the city centre on New Years Eve, so I said why the fuck not and told her I would meet her up there after I had spent Christmas with the Mouatts.
We stayed with Snakey's friends about 15mins walk from Princes St (right where the heart of the party would be later). All of her friends were excellent company and brilliant hosts, it wasn't long before I felt right at home there.
The party started pretty early as the coverage of Aucklands celebrations was aired at 11am, so the compulsory glass of bubbly was consumed during that. And from there it snowballed into an excellent night of drunken debortuary and halarious fun . . . . but mostly drunken debortuary.
After a LOT of champers and beer (nice mix huh Dad?) we started the journey down to Princes street. There was a bit of a drunken drama on the way, but we fort our way through that shit and got everyone into town and started the biggest street party I've ever seen. The place was packed, we tried to get into a pub but bailed after 1 pint as it was so packed that it was rediculous. It seemed that about a million people had tried to get past the rule of needing a pass by hiding in any pub that would take them. But that was no big deal as a couple of the lads had gone out during the day and bought these litre plastic bladders and filled them with whiskey, vodka, and various mixes of the two. ....can't understand how I got so drunk....
