Gemma and I rode our bicycles to the lake last night to see the midnight fireworks. We settled down on the rug with some good sauvignon blanc (Nepenthe Adelaide Hills '99 & Bridgewater Mill "3 Regions", also '99). We lasted maybe two hours before the drunken hoards drove us home to our cozy abode at around 11pm. Which was OK. I told Gemma that I really wasn't an outdoors in public kind of person -- she said she could have told me that 10 years ago. I'm lucky to be understood.