ringing in 2011

Always one for a house party on New Years we managed to wrangle an invite to what is now proving to be 'the house party district'.
Following a pretty major session a few weeks back in a 7 bed house on the same road we returned to the path less travelled and went for the odd-numbers side this time around.

As is the want of recent immigrants we suddenly are very proud and very 'into' our culture. Bit of set dancing and a jig in the sitting room?

'Sure why not, We're Irish for god's sake!'
In the immortal words of Christy M...' Sure why wouldn't ya fur Jaysus Sake...Climb a mountain or jump in a lake..get up!'

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cCd16mQO32M

Unfortunately having the passport does not a skilled ceili dancer make. But when you're four sheets to the wind you dig deep into your cultural roots, summon the ghosts of the ancestral past...and ta da!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X5Mc03_rlWo

You are performing River dance and lining people up for..'Insteach, Do, Tri...Amach Do, Tri' line dancing. Bet we looked amazing.. :)

The Irish love fest did not stop there however.
Now it saddens me greatly to say this...but Bobbi Love, in your absence I have found a replacement for our party piece duet.
 It wasn't the same but then again it wouldn't have a proper house party without everybody's favourite party performance so I'm sorry for cheating on you but it had to be done....

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z2ZVKhL92bc

2011 is the year of the Rabbit but lucky enough there were no Rabbits on site that night.
Well...for one thing there was a wolf roaming the premises. Not a patch on our interview with the wolf back in the Quebec woods but certainly a distant relative.
He was a really lovely wolf, very friendly and full of smiles but I don't know if he could have kept his party manners with a wee bunny running around.

The wolf itself was not actually the greatest danger, it was in fact a man who appeared to believe he was a wolf also. Being the bastion of festive cheer that I am I brought along a whopper 1.5litre bottle of cheap bubbles for the count down. We grabbed cups and poured it out for all...until a very bearded man in the corner refused the offer of a glass.

He lifted the bottle to his lips and drank directly. Fair enough, I've done that myself many a time. The issue however was when I went to retrieve the bottle....
'ggrrrrrrrrrrrrr'
I am not joking...I mean I may have recently claimed that while in Borneo last year an Orang Utang approached me and asked for a cigarette (under duress I am happy to admit that is not entirely true) but this encounter is not a word of a lie. The man truly growled at me and I have witnesses this time.

Lest anyone thinks I am confused I will clarify now, there were separate 2 wolf elements at this party.
A real pet wolf ....

 and a wolf-man who communicated through growls.

But then this is Canada.
And not everyone enjoys the Eurovision as much as me....