What does Hibiscus infused Champaign, Beaujolais nouveau, Tequila and a stray white wine have in common? They were all consumed by me on Christmas Eve. I'm getting ahead of myself, let me digress. I worked on Christmas Eve, this is to say I turned up, sent a couple of emails, did a little filing and chatted to a few colleagues about their holiday plans until midday when Chrissie drinks in one of our meeting areas were called.
I thought to myself just one glass, I was okay until one of the managers came around with hibiscus flowers that I just needed to try and until there was only a little champers still left in the bottle that I just *had* to finish off... In true Christmas Spirit I came home for a little cat nap.
Christmas Eve was lovely, I spent the night with RR, we had Beaujolais with Pizza, I giggled so much, I forgot he eats pizza with a knife and fork *shakes head* the wine and pizza reminded me of the night Julia when we had Veuve Clicquot and Domino's Pizza (all because it goes so well together). After dinner and polishing off the wine in no time at all he suggested Tequila. How could I say no, after all he will be in Mexico in a few days time. We watched some carols on TV and School for Scoundrels, pulled out some white wine and snuggled on the lounge.
I had it in my mind all night that this may be the last night I see him, the last night I kiss him, the last night I can lay in his arms... I savoured every moment. In doing so I think I let down my guard a little. Being close to him is so intense, when I think of his touch, his heavy breathing on my neck... I can't refrain a deep breathe... I recall whispering in his ear that all I wanted to do tonight was this.
We exchanged gifts.
I didn't spend the night.
The next morning, Christmas Day, I woke up bright and early, put on my best casual little summer dress, did my hair and make up perfectly. I drove to RR's place. Within no time at all we were at the airport. A hug. The smallest kiss and a farewell have fun and he said he'll call me when he gets back. 7 weeks, 7 weeks in Central and South America with 4 of the boys.
Fuck! I like this guy. I like this guy a lot.
I went to mum's place to assist with preparing some of the food before heading to my sisters who was catering Christmas lunch for the first time. She went all out, lunch was superb other than my exclaim 'what, noone in my family know me! I don't eat ham or bacon!!!!'
My family in Australia is minimal. My mum, sister, nephew and to join us this year my sisters 2 home stay students who are here without family.
It was lovelly.
After lunch we watched Indiana Jones and I went back to mum's where I feel asleep on the lounge for a while before heading home to an empty house.
At that moment I felt lonely. Little Miss I Want To Be Strong and Independent then realised there would be a lot of lonely nights involved if I continued down that avenue.
Boxing Day was the usual for Boxing Day. I spent the day at dad's place with his partner and one of his former work colleagues who doesn't have any family in Australia. I'll be taking down a couple of the recipes. Lunch was delicious. So was the Gin, Wine, some home made type of schnapps, liquor chocolates.
It wasn't enough, I needed something more to take the edge off. Sweet Navy boy had sent me a message on Thursday saying he was back in Sydney - I invited him over.* Just as I remembered. I will always stand by my statement: men in the Navy are here to serve us girls... And he does it so well.
Tonight I'm going to chill at home, I'm alone. Have an early night. Maybe start packing. Tomorrow, I'm off to New Caledonia!!!!! Whooo Hoooooo!
* I'm so right about what I said a while ago 'that I'd be a huge scraggy slut when I move out' oh yep, slept with 3 men in less than 7 days (made out with 5 others, stretching it out to 10 days) - one as a distraction not to let myself get too emotionally attached to RR. Maybe the last time with RR and navy boy to stop me from having the last sexual moment in my memory one that I long for again and again. That didn't work.
I thought to myself just one glass, I was okay until one of the managers came around with hibiscus flowers that I just needed to try and until there was only a little champers still left in the bottle that I just *had* to finish off... In true Christmas Spirit I came home for a little cat nap.
Christmas Eve was lovely, I spent the night with RR, we had Beaujolais with Pizza, I giggled so much, I forgot he eats pizza with a knife and fork *shakes head* the wine and pizza reminded me of the night Julia when we had Veuve Clicquot and Domino's Pizza (all because it goes so well together). After dinner and polishing off the wine in no time at all he suggested Tequila. How could I say no, after all he will be in Mexico in a few days time. We watched some carols on TV and School for Scoundrels, pulled out some white wine and snuggled on the lounge.
I had it in my mind all night that this may be the last night I see him, the last night I kiss him, the last night I can lay in his arms... I savoured every moment. In doing so I think I let down my guard a little. Being close to him is so intense, when I think of his touch, his heavy breathing on my neck... I can't refrain a deep breathe... I recall whispering in his ear that all I wanted to do tonight was this.
We exchanged gifts.
I didn't spend the night.
The next morning, Christmas Day, I woke up bright and early, put on my best casual little summer dress, did my hair and make up perfectly. I drove to RR's place. Within no time at all we were at the airport. A hug. The smallest kiss and a farewell have fun and he said he'll call me when he gets back. 7 weeks, 7 weeks in Central and South America with 4 of the boys.
Fuck! I like this guy. I like this guy a lot.
I went to mum's place to assist with preparing some of the food before heading to my sisters who was catering Christmas lunch for the first time. She went all out, lunch was superb other than my exclaim 'what, noone in my family know me! I don't eat ham or bacon!!!!'
My family in Australia is minimal. My mum, sister, nephew and to join us this year my sisters 2 home stay students who are here without family.
It was lovelly.
After lunch we watched Indiana Jones and I went back to mum's where I feel asleep on the lounge for a while before heading home to an empty house.
At that moment I felt lonely. Little Miss I Want To Be Strong and Independent then realised there would be a lot of lonely nights involved if I continued down that avenue.
Boxing Day was the usual for Boxing Day. I spent the day at dad's place with his partner and one of his former work colleagues who doesn't have any family in Australia. I'll be taking down a couple of the recipes. Lunch was delicious. So was the Gin, Wine, some home made type of schnapps, liquor chocolates.
It wasn't enough, I needed something more to take the edge off. Sweet Navy boy had sent me a message on Thursday saying he was back in Sydney - I invited him over.* Just as I remembered. I will always stand by my statement: men in the Navy are here to serve us girls... And he does it so well.
Tonight I'm going to chill at home, I'm alone. Have an early night. Maybe start packing. Tomorrow, I'm off to New Caledonia!!!!! Whooo Hoooooo!
* I'm so right about what I said a while ago 'that I'd be a huge scraggy slut when I move out' oh yep, slept with 3 men in less than 7 days (made out with 5 others, stretching it out to 10 days) - one as a distraction not to let myself get too emotionally attached to RR. Maybe the last time with RR and navy boy to stop me from having the last sexual moment in my memory one that I long for again and again. That didn't work.
I went for 500 thread coffee coloured sheets, a crisp white 
