Saturday 31 December 1994
A dracula ball at the Sheraton with the Giant Hamsters and more food than Stephen could eat. The air conditioning sang across the tables at candleflame height and red wax piled up in midget mountains. We twisted, jived and foxtrotted uncontrollably to baby-boomer music--finished with Let it be.
'A way a lone a last loved a long the'
Champagne then lasers and fireworks outside and 25 000 people partying. 365 boats already arrived from Sydney. Taste of Tasmania exploding with southern delicacies. More champagne.
About 3am we dropped into a rave party. Yaw, pitch, roll... Surfed the chthonic waves for an hour or so then retired to bed. I feel as though my brain is bleeding.
Happy New Year.