Yankee New Year in Australia − 31 December, 2000
We went to a New Year's party hosted by one of the guys my wife works with. It was a fairly low-key gathering, maybe fifteen people just sitting around outside eating, drinking, and talking.
Until midnight rolled around. Then, one by one, people were targeted, dragged over to the swimming pool, and thrown in. I never heard the story, but supposedly this is a tradition. Riiight.
The first guy put up one hell of a fight. It took four other guys to pull him away from the house (along with a piece of rain gutter) and haul him over to the pool.
I was the third one to be subjected to the tradition. They had it easy with me: I didn't resist... hey, even in the middle of the night it was fucking hot, and I was looking forward to cooling off a bit in the pool. Even if I was fully clothed. Hell, once out of the pool I think I was completely dry within ten minutes.
Funny that we spent New Year's in the middle of Australia surrounded by Yanks.
Until midnight rolled around. Then, one by one, people were targeted, dragged over to the swimming pool, and thrown in. I never heard the story, but supposedly this is a tradition. Riiight.
The first guy put up one hell of a fight. It took four other guys to pull him away from the house (along with a piece of rain gutter) and haul him over to the pool.
I was the third one to be subjected to the tradition. They had it easy with me: I didn't resist... hey, even in the middle of the night it was fucking hot, and I was looking forward to cooling off a bit in the pool. Even if I was fully clothed. Hell, once out of the pool I think I was completely dry within ten minutes.
Funny that we spent New Year's in the middle of Australia surrounded by Yanks.
