Merry-Go-Round

Saturday night was our first party at our little apartment in North Beach! And, it was a success! Or, I'd like to think so, based on the thank you texts I received today and my hangover from hell.

A few of my friends, a few of my room mates' friends, and B came for an evening of drunken merriment. We even did a white elephant gift exchange. And, after the party was getting too rowdy for our apartment we headed to a 'wee' pub down the street. (you can thank my Canadian room mate for that)

It had been a rough week for B and me. Both of us have been exhausted, sick, and stressed beyond our capabilities, and we hadn't seen each other all week. It was a huge relief that he didn't freak out at the party (where people kept calling him my boyfriend!), and that a few of my friends told me today how much they liked him...and his homemade beer.

We spent the rest of today together, and I'm looking forward to New Year's Eve. I found a dress, he won't have work, and we won't have seen each other in ten days! I hope we make it to the party...ok, I hope we make it to midnight. All the sweet nothings he's been whispering in my ears must be getting to my head...it's either that or the eggnog.

Melting...Like Butta

Thursday evening I had what was the inevitable first break down of the semester. I was stressed with finals, lack of room mate respect, the anticipation of cooking B dinner, and other philosophical questions such as 'what is fulfillment?,' 'do I have a purpose?,' and 'will I ever be creative and making money?'

(By the way, if anyone does have answers to these questions, please post them as soon as possible!)

I wasn't fully over the shock to my emotional system when B arrived last night. My cooking performance, taking a total of 2 hours, should have been showcased on youtube as 'The Domestically Challenged.'

We sat down to eat, and 2 of the 3 dishes came out decently well. I was pretty unhappy with the the main course, but B seemed pleased...or, did a good job faking it. We both commiserated over stresses and our strong desire for a little R&R. I cleaned up dessert, and it wasn't long before we were standing under the mistle toe...

I won't get into the rest of the 'barf worthy' evening. But, you could say we are a bit more than casual...and, B promised he's in it for real this time. To leave you all with a little vomit in your mouths...

'This is the best night I've had in a very, very long time.' - B

Holiday Cheer

You know why I love this time of year?

Drinking and Merriment.

Last night B and I took a break from our stressful, pre-vacation, cram sessions to enjoy the festive quality in the air and each other. We walked to the Fillmore, where we dined at a small pub lavishly clad in Christmas decorations and Santa-con participants. Afterwards, we went to see Black Swan, which I highly recommend. Nothing screams Christmas more than hot cocoa, spiked with peppermint schnopps, and a movie about ballerinas!

After the movie we ended up walking all the way back to my apartment, which is not close at all, especially with two huge hills in between. When we finally made it, I grabbed a bottle of wine and we headed back out to the treacherous stairs at the end of my street. Once seated, relaxed, and drinking wine from the bottle we both stared at the luminous skyline.

An hour or so later, we were tired, but after everything that's happened between us, I wasn't ready for him to stay the night. So, as I was leaving him to walk down the stairs, he finally pulled me in for a kiss. Standing in the middle of the street we kissed...and kissed...and kissed. And then we just stood there with our arms wrapped around each other. Finally, we unfurled and said good night.

As I went scampering down the steps back to my apartment my knees were crumbling beneath me. There isn't any better feeling than weak knees, butterflies in your stomach, aching at your groin, and roughly, chapped lips. Sigh.

This year, all I want for Christmas is B.