A glorious autmn day in the harbour city. This is the view from the balcony before Rock's Weber induced smoke screen.
Looking North over the harbour towards suprise, surprise North Sydney. For most of us, there's some sparkling glimpses of water; for Mei... well if you look really really hard you can kind of see a reflection in that window across the way. Next time try high heels...
North-west out over Balmain.
This is what the real estate agents call "intimate ANZAC bridge views". Rock is hoping to avoid similar views of the old-timers who are moving in to the new building next door...
I hope this is quality NZ lamb. Not that you'd taste the succulent subtleties after Rock's flame thrower approach to grilling.
Before ADLS 2+, people communicated by smoke signal. Rock goes back to his cowboy heritage and pings the 192.168.1.1 tribe from across the harbour with a few well directed puffs.
No Mei, this one's not for BBQing. Thanks to Sanson and Heidi for bringing cutie Chris along.
Back in the old days, people would go to a bbq, stuff themselves, drink way too much, and then go home. These days, people go to a bbq, stuff themselves, drink way too much, and then go home to re-live it all on some obscure blog. Gosh, where would we be without the internet?
Mmmm... cupcakes. Thanks to Damana and Giles for these freshly delivered goodies. Mei tells me the frosting was really, really good.
All good things come to an end. At least there are leftover m&m's to fuel the cleaning rampage.
All quiet on the western front. Who woulda thought you could fit 11 people into a shoebox... he says conveniently glossing over the fact one was 7 weeks old... There's a place for you yet in the Real Estate institute.
A sneak peak for Jared and Devan of their holiday accomodation. No, I don't mean at the same time - hey, you thought it, not me. Sickos.
1 comment:
well.. it's like I knew!
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