A couple of weeks ago, my daughter came home and shared this story with me.  It was very difficult for her to get the words out because her laughter kept interrupting her. A very good friend (and co-worker) of hers came into work one morning (they have to be in at 10) and was looking very hung-over and quite rough.  Cristin decided to question her about the previous night. 

It seems that her friend had attended a punk show at one of our local venues, The Peppermint Beach Club.  She admitted to Cristin that she had quite a bit to drink and had hooked up with one of the band members.  She chose the drummer, pictured above.  After she watched him play drums (keep in mind he’s a drummer for a punk band) for a couple of very sweaty hours, they went back to his hotel room, and had some wild, raucous, punk rock sex.  Groupie sex!  But, along with the typical sex, they went a little further, and she very openly admitted to giving the guy a rim job for several hours.  Well, my mouth just dropped.   

First off, I’m not licking anyone’s asshole! And I’m certainly not licking and tongue probing the asshole of a guy that just spent two hours sitting at a drum set, while rivers of sweat poured down his back and funneled through the crack of his ass into a collective puddle of sweat right at his asshole.  Oh, hell no!      

And giving someone all the gory details?  Damn, what kind of person would admit to performing such a humiliating act? All I could think of was the times I’ve shared a drink with this girl or had her give me a hello kiss.The other day she came to the pool, and asked if we had any drinks. I came back with a can of Coke Zero and a Fresca.  I offered her first choice, and she came up with the brilliant suggestion of “Let’s share”, but I quickly nipped that one.          

So, am I just losing my touch, or would you too find this just a little too much?  

The two cutest grads in the world…

Picture it.  Small little hole in the wall bar, 1:00 a.m. on a Friday night, 7 or 8 people in the place.  A guy walks in alone, walks past you and then turns around like he’s headed out the door.  Instead he slides past you, walks behind the bar, pulls out a gun, points it at the bartender’s head and yells for everyone to be still.  He shoves the bartender toward the cash register, she’s begging him not to shoot her, and you’re sitting with your husband in shock.  Wondering if this could be it, if the guy might lose it and start shooting. 

That was our night Friday night. Adam and I were in shock.  It’s something I would never, ever expect to happen to us.  When it happened it was the most surreal experience of my life.  Looking back at it I think about all the things that could have happened, and thankfully did not. 

The cops showed up within seconds after the guy ran out, and questioned all of us.  Would I be able to identify the guy in a lineup?  I told them no, but now that I think back on it, I think that I might.

That night the gunman walked out with almost $1,000.  Thank goodness no one tried to be a hero that night. 

Last year was a total bust for us!  We totally forgot our annniversary.  Completely!  No question about it.  Two days later, my husband walked into the room, and announced that we had BOTH let it slide. 

This year I made sure I would remember.  I left myself reminders everywhere…(thank goodness for Outlook’s pop-up reminders)…and I remembered. 

Adam is working nights this week, but we started our celebration last weekend, and we’ll finish it this weekend. 

I guess both of us forgetting and being able to laugh about it means we’re in it for us, and for our family, and that it really doesn’t matter what day of the year it is.  Marraige is all year long, and not one day of roses and wine.

I’m very lucky to have my husband in my life.  We met over ten years ago, and we’re still the same two people. No matter what comes our way we have always stuck by one another.  And things have come our way.

We were out this weekend, and my husband said something that made me realize how important our family really is to him.  Someone asked my husband why he doesn’t golf anymore, and he said that spending his weekends with his family comes first. Now that’s commitment.

I love you Adam…you brought the calm into what used to be a stormy life.