E and I wanted to do something different for my first New Year's Eve in Melbourne, so we got tickets to watch "A Midsummer Night's Dream" in the Botanical Gardens.
The weather that day was as hot as summer days come, and we were both eager to sit in the sun and do nothing.
I had to teach as usual, but I met E after work and he had packed us an elaborate picnic with garlic and chilli chicken, salami and ham, cheese, olives, sun-dried tomatoes, stuffed capsicums, dolmades, salad, bread rolls, crackers and dips and a bottle of sparking red!
We found a shady spot under a giant tree, laid out our picnic mat and wined and dined the afternoon away.
The day would have been perfect, except the weather radar showed that there was a massive storm coming in 30 minutes. So even though the actors all had their costumes on and the crowd had been waiting for at least 2 hours, they had to cancel the evening's performance! :(
In mere minutes, the sky turned overcast with ominous grey clouds looming over us. We quickly packed our things and headed to the tram stop.
On the tram ride home, the rain began to come down hard and occasional lightning flashes lit the sky up. The temperature quickly fell from 35 degrees to 20 degrees, relieving us from the suffocating but also reminding us of how unpredictable the weather here can be.
We got home, put a movie on and I fell asleep. On New Year's Eve. Before midnight. My secret shame.
Thankfully, his parents woke me up for champagne and dessert. We turned the TV on and counted down to the new year with the Sydney crew. Down the street, we could hear our neighbours setting off illegal fireworks, and Scotty started yelping like mad from the loud noises.
And then the lights went off.
Unbeknownst to me, his parents had bought a tiramisu cake for my birthday, and his mum came out of the kitchen holding it in her hands with lighted candles. Awwwww ;)