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.
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