Christmas trees for the Christmas tree
A piece from each Christmas tree that we’ve had since moving to Auckland (a few years missed from being out of town, overseas etc.). Polyurethaned half to death and ready for December.
A piece from each Christmas tree that we’ve had since moving to Auckland (a few years missed from being out of town, overseas etc.). Polyurethaned half to death and ready for December.
Have to start somewhere.
What an upset. 5-0 to the home team. These women can really drink.
Including the “come to the balcony and look into the middle distance” drone shot. Enhanced by Creed’s “Higher” playing on Steve’s phone in the background. Cheers Steve.
Everything’s better with drums.
This is us after four weeks of wedding craziness, sleep deprivation, ruthless humidity, temple visits, countless sacrifices of coconuts for reasons I still don’t fully understand, old friend and family reunions, ultra-patriotic drinking races against middle-aged Punjabi women, exceedingly good food, a party house with a waterfall and giant floating swan, batshit crazy Malaysian drivers, jet-skis, a bag-packing marathon, and a long flight home. Highly recommended. Now to sleep continuously for a few days.