New Year's Bee

So, there's a family tradition of mine to drink Sparkling White Grape Juice on New Years Eve and celebrate the new year with a toast while sipping on the bubbly. So, I wanted to extend this to the girl here. She was hesitant about staying up so late, as she's normally sleeping by 10, but eventually she relented and decided to watch the new year come in. This was especially exciting for me, as I'm in the first time zone, and I got to see 2011 come in before anyone else. I did loose a day of 2010, but with all the natural disasters and such happening that year, I was all right with that.
So, we drove down to a road where my favorite view of the Sky Tower is and sat on the roof, waiting for the arrival of the new decade. We got there, and had to park farther down the road/hill to get to an open spot, but for a city of 1 million, it wasn't too crowded, especially for the view we got. I think her motivation of staying up was to drink the grape juice, but I was firm and said only in 2011 would it be available. So she was asking constantly for it, so about 5 minutes till, I poured each of us a glass. So, I'm sitting there, waiting on the roof, without an official time clock, and only the approximate-ness of my phone clock to tell me, and I feel a burning sensation on my leg. I look down to see a bee, stuck into my leg with its stinger. I swipe it off and hop off the top of the car. I pull out a seldom-used credit card and, by the light of the street lamps, try to scrape off the stinger. I'm successful, and hop back up on top to finish the celebration.
I waited to hear a countdown, but there was sporadic noises coming up from Ponsonby Rd. A count from ten started somewhere, and for a brief interval after "zero" was announced, the fireworks started flying off the Sky Tower and up from the Harbour Wharf. It was great, and I soon forgot about the stinging. We drive back after a good 20-minutes of show and fall asleep until the morning comes. Good thing I finished the year with a bee sting as opposed to starting it off with one, right? Well, instead, I got the consequences, and a new life illustration that, should I become a pastor, can be used as a light anecdote to begin a talk.
The next two days, I barely noticed the redness growing, but once it became unbearably itchy, I tried icing it. Then, after only temporarily relieving the itching, I tried vinegar to pull out the toxins, which worked wonderfully, after four days of 30-minute applications daily. So, in the end, I was left with a clear leg, a small bump which might turn into a scar, and an acidic-smelling leg on my hands.
From a bee-free room by the beach,