(A view of the Harbor Bridge, Sydney Australia. All pics enlarge)
No, I haven't dropped off the face of the planet––I am under it! This post is being written from the home of Mr. K's brother, the roguishly handsome, international art dealer, Barry K., where we are waiting for the arrival of one of his artists––the roguishly effervescent Jonathan Jones. This evening, we are gearing up to attend the New Years Eve soiree of one of Australia's and the U.K's most fabulous television personalities, my roguishly longtime handsome friend Mark Trevorrow. (I heard you're here too, Paris, but your life's not wonderful enough. Don't show up).
The only event more fabulous than the party we are attending, will be the fireworks display from the Sydney Harbor Bridge, the largest fireworks display in the world. this year promises to be a real hum-dinger, as the pre-holiday celebration also commemorates the bridge's diamond anniversary. After that, I will be lost in the mix of crowds––over a million people will be in attendance––mixed drinks, dance parties and ancestors knows what else! But don't worry folks, I'm a big girl.
Yikes, I gotta go! I have been here since the 27th of December, and much has happened. Now that I have worked out some tech difficulties, I'll be bringing you the 411 of my trip, so far, with more pics––Franklin darling, I wish I had your skills, this is such a beautiful place!
Until then––Happy New Year to all of y'all, my blog friends worldwide! Daphney, kisses to you, and I got you some needles made here! Don't hate my friends, I'm getting more gifts!