It's Embarrass Alex Time!
Fireworks!
What relationship doesn't need some...fireworks...right, Alex? *grins evilly*
December of 2003, Alex decided to be a total romantic (as per usual). See, in September of that year, I had told him that I had never done anything on New Year's Day. EVER. The most exciting times I ever spent at NYE was breastfeeding at midnight with two tiny newborns (both my children were born in December). He told me that I needed to have done something fun for NYE...and he would take care of it. Before I realized what had happened, he had booked reservations at this very nice, expensive, delicious restaurant--La Bastide--for the evening PLUS booked their nicest room at the Inn part of La Bastide for the night.
It was a magical night. There was music and dancing and appetizers and all you can drink good wine and alcohol...and fantastic food for dinner...and then, of course, there's the action. When you take two people who are madly in love and give them a bunch o' alcohol, why would you NOT have some action going on?
So, yeah, like at 1030p we decided to "visit" our wonderful room. The room had a plush king sized bed with a down comforter and pillows, a fireplace, a jacuzzi, thick robes, slippers, more wine should we want it, etc.
Before we knew it, midnight had rolled around. The professional fireworks display started up. How appropriate, considering the activities that had passed in the room and were bound to continue!
Alex pulled back the drapes so he could see the full effect. There he stood, admiring the beautiful display of bright, vivid lights and loud explosions. He remarked that there were a lot of people enjoying the fireworks out there.
"Honey," I told him mildly, "that's not what they are enjoying."
Alex forgot he was nude. The curtains were back indeed, and there were the people outside within full view. Totally embarrassed, he scampered off to put on his robe, flushed deep red.
I didn't stop laughing for quite some time.
What relationship doesn't need some...fireworks...right, Alex? *grins evilly*
December of 2003, Alex decided to be a total romantic (as per usual). See, in September of that year, I had told him that I had never done anything on New Year's Day. EVER. The most exciting times I ever spent at NYE was breastfeeding at midnight with two tiny newborns (both my children were born in December). He told me that I needed to have done something fun for NYE...and he would take care of it. Before I realized what had happened, he had booked reservations at this very nice, expensive, delicious restaurant--La Bastide--for the evening PLUS booked their nicest room at the Inn part of La Bastide for the night.
It was a magical night. There was music and dancing and appetizers and all you can drink good wine and alcohol...and fantastic food for dinner...and then, of course, there's the action. When you take two people who are madly in love and give them a bunch o' alcohol, why would you NOT have some action going on?
So, yeah, like at 1030p we decided to "visit" our wonderful room. The room had a plush king sized bed with a down comforter and pillows, a fireplace, a jacuzzi, thick robes, slippers, more wine should we want it, etc.
Before we knew it, midnight had rolled around. The professional fireworks display started up. How appropriate, considering the activities that had passed in the room and were bound to continue!
Alex pulled back the drapes so he could see the full effect. There he stood, admiring the beautiful display of bright, vivid lights and loud explosions. He remarked that there were a lot of people enjoying the fireworks out there.
"Honey," I told him mildly, "that's not what they are enjoying."
Alex forgot he was nude. The curtains were back indeed, and there were the people outside within full view. Totally embarrassed, he scampered off to put on his robe, flushed deep red.
I didn't stop laughing for quite some time.
posted by Kira | 5:29 PM
6 Comments:
I still have scars from back then!
Hehehe I found some interesting uses for bathrobes too that night. And there was that floating grey dress, the banane flambée for dessert, the wine in the jacouzzi, the champagne and chocolate truffles on the bed when we came back...
Hey, it was just ONE scar, and uhhhh...I still am sorry and I...well, next time I'll trim my nails? LOL
whats a banane flambee?
and kira, im almost shocked at you! there i was thinking you were an angel and i see a different side now! then again theres not a side of you that alex hasnt seen... ho ho ho1
He means banana, not banane. It's a lovely dish that is sort of carmelized bananas over ice cream, resembling banans foster if you've ever had that one. Very delicious.
I AM an angel, Tony! How dare you say otherwise! I'm just an angel with horns is all :)
What a riot!!
Well...for you, and those people outside. For Alex I'm sure it was hugely humiliating!!
Tsk tsk, kids these days... The proper thing to do when you find yourself nude in front of a crowd of people is to shout, "Yo! I am too cool for your puny mortal clothing! Haha!"
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