At night, as the New Year was coming closer, I took her to Crown and we mingled around the casino, clubs and bars. But then there was a little accident: we got separated among the crowd. The phone calls couldn't get through and I have no idea where she was. It took me 3 hours to finally found her. So basically we watched the fireworks separately, but still in the same area. I was in Yarra Bridge and she was in Federation Square, just a few hundreds yard away, apparently, but between thousands of people.
After I found her, we both were upset and tired. We went home in silence and go to bed after shower. In the morning we argued a bit, speaking out what we think went wrong that night. The atmosphere was tense as we were getting ready to go out. But we were able to sort things out and so we kissed and we made up. Well, not kiss, kiss. It's just an expression. You get it, yeah?
Anyways, it was our first real quarrel. It seems funny now that I'm thinking about it. Glad that we put it behind us sooner than later.
All is good now.
Here is some photos that I took on the day.