Family first party

In retrospect, it was never going to end well - all the Grant Roff kids in town on the same weekend at Dom's 18th. The one shining light of reason was Amanda who is off the booze for the second uni semester in a row as she's worked out she can't drink and think at the same time.
Nick moved out recently to a palace in Hawthorn with three of his male mates and a stray girl and we had a barbie there on Saturday. The house is a grand palace from the 1930s era which the owner intends to tear down in about six months to build yet another block of flats. Here's hoping the developer doesn't get the finance. It's a beautiful house and Nick's room is roughly the size of our current house with polished floors, a fireplace and giant windows.
Adam cooked which is always a treat as he somehow manages to accommodate vegitarians and carnivors at the same time without offending anyone. He's still the only one I know who can make Kangaroo meat edible.
Annika is just back from New York so we got lots of stories (Milly - contact your lawyers immediately). Later in the eveining, we assembled at the Oxford Scholar pub near my work to watch the NZ/Australia game. The best team won. I can't help but think the NZ coach just says, "go out and win" while the thousands of advisors the Australian team has about tactics, positional play, psychology and the like just confuse the issue. Come on Joe - one last run as captain...
Jules and I went home afterwards while the boys decided the night was still young. According to the newspapers this morning and first-hand reports, they couldn't get into the Tote hotel (murderers are normally welcome) becasue Adam couldn't stand upright. Dom is the only person in the entire world who has been kicked out of Souvlaki King (something to do with the alleged theft of a wall poster) and they all ended up sleeping on the floor of Annika's place in Richmond.
There is a picture of us all together but I haven't got it yet - stay tuned to this station...