So how was everyone’s New Year’s Eve? What did you do? Spanking or no spanking? Quiet, raucous or somewhere in between?
Ours was definitely quiet. I brought dinner and dessert over, we ate, snuggled under a blanket and watched the annual Twilight Zone marathon until 11:30. (Year after year, it’s still fascinating to watch William Shatner being plagued by monsters on an airplane wing, or Telly Savalas being killed by a malevolent talking doll.) John had champagne chilling, and at 11:45 he went into the kitchen, where I heard him cracking open a… can???
That’s right. Look what John found at Whole Foods fancy-shmancy market, folks. Champagne in cans. Each one is a glassful.
OK, so technically, I shouldn’t be calling it champagne; it’s not really champagne unless it actually comes from the Champagne region in France. It’s sparkling wine. You know, like you’re supposed to say tissues, not Kleenex. Tough. I’m calling it champagne. Sue me.
“But Erica, how does canned champagne taste??”
Freaking delicious. I finished my glass before John finished his. His comment was, “This is surprisingly good.” And the man is a very fussy wine collector, y’all. I would have had more of it had he bought more than two cans.
When I was younger, I used to watch the Dick Clark NYE countdown, but alas, he left us this year, and Ryan Seacrest (his replacement) is a dork. So we watched Anderson Cooper and Kathy Griffin on CNN instead. She was her typical charming and subtle self, repeatedly offering Anderson a blowjob and even trying to kneel in front of him, but he kept kneeling to block her. This went on for about 15 minutes; she was relentless, and he was clearly flustered. I kept hoping he’d yell, “Will you leave me the @#$% alone, you skank? I’m gay!” But he’s a noted newsman, after all. Had to maintain a modicum of decorum (which wasn’t easy, what with that crazy woman going at him). He was pretty funny; at one point, she was shrieking, “Don’t you want one? Don’t you WANT one?” and he quipped, “Well, it would be a first!”
Nope, no spanking at midnight. But kisses are lovely, too. 🙂 And tomorrow, first spanking of 2013. Happy Me.
Hope everyone had fun. 🙂