I’m listening to the Zooey Deschanel and Joe Gordon-Levitt sing this while I type… what an amazing, sexy, fun, wonderful time – 2014 left with passion and fun and love – and 2015 started the same way.
Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight
When its exactly twelve o’clock that night
Welcoming in the New Year
New Years EveMaybe I’m crazy to suppose
Id ever be the one you chose
Out of the thousand invitations
You receiveAh, but in case I stand one little chance
Here comes the jackpot question in advance
What are you doing New Years
New Years Eve?
It wasn’t supposed to happen, Misty and I getting New Years Eve together again this year – it was supposed to be his wife’s turn for a night out – but she said okay to us having the night. Which was really wonderful. It’s hard when someone has veto power in your life. I never miss being married (3 more days until I am officially divorced!).
When I last left you, I was waiting for her/him at our meet up spot. We smooched, hugged close (s/he is the best hugger… I feel like I melt right into him/her) and threw his/her bags in my car and headed into the city to our hotel to check in – we had found a sweet deal online. As we were checking in we got yummy fresh shortbread cookies and an upgraded suite, which was fabulous! We got a bigger room with access to the lounge where they were serving free h’ordeuvres, and huge floor to ceiling windows of the city – the view and sunset were gorgeous.
Getting into the room we explored the amenities then immediately started kissing and pulling off each others clothes. We played on the bed the sun slowly setting beside us. It was eye contact, licking, touching, sweet and sexy words, lovemaking ending with missionary anal that was so good I could weep thinking about it. We took some pictures of the sky, me in front of the window, and one of us kissing. I do love that one. It’s of boy side and me, so I won’t post it.
Our bags were still in the car, so boy side went to go get them while I had a bath (omfg, I can’t wait to have a bathtub again!) – he came back with the bell man while I was in the tub – door wide open. I was laughing my head off, as I pulled the shower curtain across. The bellman was hilarious, and said his vision was terrible and not to worry. In all the hotel, getting of the parking pass, bellman assistance (yes, we were gone for a night and had 5 bags – I’m not joking) shenanigans, boy side sat on the side of the tub and relayed the story of how he became Mr. *my last name*, and we were celebrating our 15th year anniversary.
“Wow, you were gone for a long time!” I laughed after he told me “Kiss me, Mr *my last name*!” And we both laughed and kissed and bath time got sexy.
We grabbed a snack of appies up at the club lounge that our upgrade gave us access to. So yummy. Then back to our room for me to try my very first hot buttered rum. Also ridiculously yum.. We drank them as we got ready – it was so fucking fun! We joked about the dangers of Kraken (rum) and make up application.
I love, love, love getting ready with him/her. I love that we talk make up and techniques and he thinks all boys should get a better appreciation for what goes into getting ready for a girl and try it at least once. We grab kisses and each other as we put on make up side by side listening to my computer’s itunes play my lady gaga albums on repeat. We’ve been texting the couple we’re spending the evening with as we glam up.
We’ve played with V & I a couple of times and they are both lovely, fun people. It was their first time out to Sin. They looked great and I loved their analogy of it, after being there – “It’s like the bar in Star Wars!” which made me bark out laughing.
Sin was fabulous and held and unexpected surprise shortly after we got there. One that was truly wonderful. I met Kyle. He and I have chatted on fet and itl (a swinger site Misty and I are on), and have talked about getting drinks, and I really would have enjoyed that but finding the time, well, it just never happened. We were showing V & I around, and Kyle walked by us – he had mentioned his mohawk (very sexy!), and I recognized the Kilt look he was rocking from pictures. We made eye contact, and I smiled and the wheels turned and we both put 2 and 2 together at the same time, and then did the whole, “Kyle? is that you?” thing and huge hugs!! It was great!! And I have to say, he was SOOOO complimentary about me (and my tumblr – Hi Kyle!), he made me feel like a rock star. I can’t stop smiling thinking about it. We kept bumping into him during the night. I got to meet his beautiful girlfriend. And kiss her gorgeous nipple. So. Much. Fun. I hope we get that drink one day, in spot where we can talk without shouting into each others ears.
We danced. We drank terrible drinks. We people watched and got hit on and flirted with people. Misty looked BEAUTIFUL. I was so proud to be with her. I put a kiss mark on her chest that s/he loved. She made me feel like a goddess. We were on the dance floor, sparking beverage in hand as the count down began – we locked eyes and kissed to ring in the new year, explosions of giant colourful confetti fell all around us – like sprinkles on my happiness cupcake – as a new year began.
As we dancing the last song of the night – Lou Reid’s, take a walk on the wild side – Misty grabbed the giant 0 from the huge balloon display of 2015. When she presented it to me (I got swoony), I immediately thought of “It’s a Wonderful Life”, and George Bailey’s character, “I’ll give you the moon, Mary.”… but s/he made me laugh when she said, “Here’s a big O from me.” and kissed me through the giant O hole.
I laughed and said, “How do you like my O face?” and struck a goofy pose.
We all walked back to the hotel, the girls all wearing our roll-a-soles. Misty gave me a pair for Christmas (I had squealed like a happy girly-girl when I unwrapped them). We met up back at our room after getting a chance to quickly freshen up. The four of us chatted for a bit (impossible at the club) and then went to the bed room and enjoyed each other until after my 6 am alarm went off. It was fun and sexy and I enjoyed the hell out of every moment.
After they left we slept until 10 and then played until 11:30 – check out was at 12 so we had to cut things shorter than we would have liked, but we still had time for breakfast, since neither of us had a curfew. My sitter knew I was going to be late (she is such a doll, I adore her), so I was all good, and boy side had it all arranged that he was free to be later.
Well, that was more complicated. Or got more complicated. We were driving around, laughing, trying to urban spoon a place for an all day breakfast that wasn’t a chain restaurant and find a food adventure, we eventually decided – let’s go back to the place we went last year! The food was amazing and the atmosphere da bomb. As we drove there, he get’s the call. He goes quiet, at first I’m not sure what’s going on, then I glance over and see the look on his face. His wife is bitching him out. I catch “More, more, more.” from the her monologue.
He stays icy calm and says, “I’m getting something to eat. If you haven’t eaten you should. It’s almost one, you should make that a priority. The kids don’t need to have all you attention all the time. Eat something."
"I’m not trying to hurt you, I’m trying to get breakfast.” He says at one point.
He hangs up as we pull up at the restaurant.
“I can take you home.” I say. My heart is heavy, and there are million things I am feeling – I think about Neil Giaman’s nye address, "…forgive others. It’s too easy to be outraged these days, so much harder to change things, to reach out, to understand.“
Now there is a lot of thought and effort that goes into these negotiations for time they make with each other. She could have spent New Years with him. If she had said on nye, "I would really like to go out with you tonight.” Then that would have happened. S/he has that door always open for his wife. Always. It is a truth that I live with, that should his wife decide to start sharing his life and gets involved, my space in his/her life is really gone. I have no desire to be a booty call. ZIP. But she doesn’t choose that. She chooses to sit it out and then be cranky about the state of things. It makes me think about complaining about the government when you never vote. I get that it’s complicated. But it’s hard to watch.
I thought about a conversation that her-royal-blueness and I had about the perspective you get on the other person’s relationship from this view. When it all comes down to it, I just want to be supportive. Be positive. Be Switzerland.
“No, we’re going to go and enjoy breakfast together.” he said. I squeezed his hand and told him how desperate I was for coffee.
Breakfast (and coffee) rocked my socks and filled us both to the brim with good conversation and kick ass food. I hope we can get there again on a new years morning.
Then the drive home – a kiss good-bye. I drove home in silence, the sun bright on the snow top mountains, a filled, happy heart – an amazing start to new chapter.