I have suddenly realized I have not mentioned new years AT ALL. Which is kind of odd considering Bruce & I got dolled up, I brought out the girls & all four of us hit the party circuit.
(if you’re wondering if i’ve named my girls… I have. They’re Thelma & Betsy. You can tell them apart b/c Betsy is the fussy one).
We went to the woolcotts for pre-drinks, & then made our way over to the MADE party. Which I have done a few times now including last year. I found that this year was a lot more fun but that’s only because last year I was recovering from food poisoning & had to run to the bathroom every few minutes in fear that I would .. er, how do I put this? Shard my undergarments…. dainty, I know.
Around 3pm I said F it & cracked my first beer. I did have to announce this via text messages & KLZ did congratulate me & countered by offering to go one for one with me. I accepted the challenge & we were off. I did keep it low key for the early part. Beer here, glass of wine in the tub. Bruce showed up & went back to the beer with dinner. I would have had more fun but I was having a moment(s) getting ready.
I have no idea what prompted me to invite Bruce over while i finished getting ready. First off, he likes to watch me while in the bathroom (GETTING READY.. don’t be dirty) insisting I make ridiculous faces when I put on make up & will stand in my peripheral mimicing me. This does not help.
Secondly, my 3 weeks of over indulgent drinking, eating & non-exercise has finally started to take a toll on my ass. It’s large & very in charge. I would like to think everything fits the same but it doesn’t. So there was the small dilema of the dress or rather my hips in the dress. I tried on a few. Because I was asking “how is this one?” over the hockey game commentary, I was met with ‘I dunno… looks the same’. Clearly, he isn’t a girl or a gay man with fashion sense. He does own wranglers after all. This also doesn’t help.
After trying on multiple dresses, & infitely messing up my hair, we headed to woolcotts… great, let’s get this going. So what do I do? Lock myself in the bedroom when Lindsay arrives so she can re-do my make-up. I have no idea why i spent so much time on the prepping as I have found out there is not one photo of me from that night. I beg you to find one photo from that evening… and I managed to throw on my alcohol parka so it wouldn’t have mattered anyways.
Yea, so just as we finished off our wines, we headed over to the MADE party which was only a couple of blocks but god forbid we leave the crown royal behind & stuck that in our pockets so we could sneak some nips on the jaunt over. When we finally piled in, lined up for coat check & decided to send Bruce to the bar did I realize all the money I took out earlier that day is sitting neatly on my desk at home…. problem? Not so much when Dan walked up to me & handed over about 10 drink tickets.
I of course needed this like a hole in the head. When I reached Bruce he already ordered a round of shooters for a few of us & although I gave him about half of the tickets, he still spent over 100 that night. How he does this, I don’t know. I think it’s his need to buy people shooters. So if you see him in the bar hang out with him as he will undoubtedly eventually buy you drinks. That can be my only explanation. That or I am dating the bottomless alcohol pit… because around midnight is where it starts to become spotty for me… not him. He’s filled in all the major holes. Like yes, we were on the dance floor at midnight & we kissed. Yes, we walked to granville street to hail the cab downtown and Yes, we had sex when we got home… Great question first thing in the morning. I’ll say it again. I’m classy, take me everywhere.
Although, apparently, I’m one of the lucky ones. Not everyone in attendance had someone to fill in the holes. However, Bruce wasn’t always with me. I would love to know what I talked to Talitha in great length about but am certain she doesn’t know either. I wish I knew if I said anything stupid to Shane & if it was Sam who picked me up & whirled me in the air. Also want to know what possessed me to say : hey let’s go to the roxy because we did end up there.
Oddly enough, the next day wasn’t too brutal but it’s not like we partook in any strenuous activity. There was brunch followed by movies & lounging. All in all a great new years…. but would I say it would make my top five? hmmmm… have to think about that one.