Dec 31
Out With A Bang!
Now that the year is drawing to a close, I always have the habit of thinking back. I don’t think back very often, but this just seems like the time of year my mind has a “mind of its own” and makes me think back…
I will be spending NYE at a girlfriends place. I’ve been at parties where I was the only single there, a few times. Being the only single there is a tad awkward at midnight when everyone is slobbering eachothers faces and you are there, with your glass of champagne in your hand, waiting for the first couple to be finished. Come to think of it, that’s usually the couple that is no longer a couple the next year… they don’t do the long slobbering kissing… They’ve come down to the peck on the cheek kinda NY kiss…
It made me think of the last NYE I spent with The Ex. Which was December 31, 2001. We split up 4 months later. At the time the relationship was already near cumbustion to say the least and the NYE party we attended… well… it was… ehm… kinda special to say the least… It was a fancy dress party and well, I don’t let anyone tell me thát twice, so I looked all pink… As the regulars over here might have noticed I am not at all the pink kinda gal, but I figured “if you gotta dress up you gotta dress up and go all out”… Right?
So I was dressed up in pink spandex pants (and trust me, I did NOT have the body for pink spandex pants at the time), a tight pink blouse (OK so the top buttons couldn’t have been closed even if I had wanted to, fuck that!), I think there was a purple bra under there, a pink tiny handbag, a pink cowboyhat, a pink feather boa, pink sunglasses, fake eyelashes, pink make-up and to top it off the highest fucking stiletto slingbacks the world has e-v-e-r seen!!!
Do you have the picture? Oh, I was about 45 pounds heavier than I am now, and I was a blond, a short haired blond… Got the full picture now? OK, for those of you without any fantasizing capabilities, here it is…
The party was at the home of one of our best friends, at the time. They were swingers and some of their friends were as well. We weren’t, and the party certainly wasn’t a swingers party, but you can imagine the stories slinging back and forth at the party. This group of swingers was very open about their “hobby” and we had a blast listening to their adventures. There was champagne, music, champagne, dancing, champagne, oliebollen, champagne, appelflappen, more music and dancing, oh and did I mention champagne? Yeah, that too.
Needless to say that it was a relief from our relationship shit that had been going on for the past year. We knew we were in a bad spot, but we had taken The Kid to my sister’s place for NYE and decided that whatever happened, we would have a great NYE. If we would go out, we’d go out with a bang.
We did… Well, I did, to be more precise…
We were staying the night and had been given a room at the top floor of their house. I was experiencing some shortness of breath due to some people smoking a lot and so shortly after midnight I went up upstairs to get some medication from my overnight bag. The Ex came after me to see how I was doing, we talked a bit (ok we had a snog), and then we decided to go downstairs again.
There I was, at the top of the stairs, ready to step down the stairs and… my stiletto heel got stuck in the seam of my blow-your-brains-out-pink spandex pants… I tripped… and I bolted down the stairs… I remember thinking “Oh!! My!!! Fucking!!! God!!!” and probably also “AAaAaaaaaaahhhhh!!!“. And at some point seeing some of my life flash by… I am not sure how many summer saults I did on the way down but I estimate it was 2 to 3, maybe 3.5… And then in the curve of the stairs I slammed my head into the wall, rolled to the end of the stairs and came to a halt…
I remember lying downstairs, totally conscious, thinking “OMFG… I survived!…. I think” and then everyone coming rushing from everywhere in the house because of the loud bang they heard… OK, so there were loud bangs going on outside, but this one was coming from inside… One of our friends is a medical doctor, in the medical center I work at in fact, and he had just arrived at the party. He walked in, just when I was getting myself up, surrounded by utterly shocked group of friends. I sat my big fat pink ass on the bottom step of the stairs and looked at everyone and said: “No worries, I am ok, I think“… He checked me over and decided that I had been one fucking lucky pink bitch… The fact that I had had some champagne had probably rolled me down the stairs pretty “relaxed” due to which I hadn’t broken a thing…
Then I looked at the wall next to the stairs and saw a GAPING hole the size of my head in there…
Still, the night was young and as I felt pretty much ok, I partied on for a few more hours. The next morning when I woke up… OOOOOOHHH MYYYYY GOOOOODDD!!! All my muscles had spasmed up and it turned out that I hád bitten my tongue on the way down… It took about 2 weeks for all the hematomas and shit to disappear and for me to be able to walk normally again… And due to the swollen tongue I talked like a drunken bum for 2 days.
I guess it was a sign… that I had gone into 2002 with a big bang… It turned out to be one of the worst years of my life… Still, I have good memories of that NYE. And I did look pretty in pink, didn’t I? Didn’t I?
All of you have a great NYE! Have fun and I’ll see you on the other side! I might wear slightly less high stilettos tonight… 2008 should be a helluvah great year! I just know it! No pair of stiletto heels is going to fuck up my entrance into 2008…
Ok, that was A hella lotta pink!!
Do me a favor and stay away from any staircases this NYE! Happy New Years! Smooches and all that stuff!
What do you expect if you go to a party where they serve oliebollen and appelflappen?!? Seriously, this is why I remove my stilettoes before descending the stairs. No, seriously, my ex-ex fell down a set of cellar stairs once after a night of champagne but no oliebollen and appelflappen, and also (somehow) didn’t kill herself - they were concrete stairs to boot! Seriously, though (no, really)…
Have a lovely time at the party. Don’t worry about the snogging - half of them will be wishing they were snogging someone else’s partner anyway
Happy New year x
I am still thinking if that was REALLY worse than we had … having your kid here, being what ? 4 years old .. just about and yanking us out of bed … pulling the curtains open at 4 in the morning yelling ‘Look … nice weathy outside’.. HOLY F… .. we just went to bed !!!
But okay, yours was worse and boyyy your behind looked awfull and I mean with blue marks all over ! You gave us quite a shock back than !!!!
That Bitchy Chick: I’ll try but I think I have to climb at least one to get to my bed tonight at the g/f
WDKY: See! Champagne is goooooddd!!!
JustMeTalking: LOL, awww he was just being cute! You can bring Senna to me some NYE, OK?
Dutchie, just reading the last part made me feel ouchy for you, omg biting your tongue as a bonus!
Well, finish well 2007 today, only a few hours to go so stay away as much as you can from stairs and stilettos.
Enjoy your party tonight and all the champagne you can get to make it until the next year.
Happy New Year Dutchie!!!
FroggyWoogie: Awww. No need. My tongue recovered and so did the rest of me.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
MWAAACHHHH!!!!
Do NOT fall down the stairs again, keep away from booze&stairs&stilettos&shit :P
Catalin: Did I just see you say “keep away from BOOZ”? Are you insane?
You look awesome in pink, but then you look like a million damn dollars no matter what!
That was some outfit!
That was some story!
That was some year!
Nest year will be better, You’ll see!!
MUAH!!! Happy New Year!
Fab: Thanks babe
Metalmom: Thanks, Muah back atcha!!!
You are awesome, nobody falls down the stairs with more passion than you my dear. Have a great evening and I will see you in 2008!! :arrow:
Robin: falling down the stairs “with a passion”… hmmm… that has a pretty nice ring to it… Yeah, let’s call it that from now on…
I like you better as a brunette I think… but you looked adorable darlin’!
And OUCH! You poor thing. What a start to a year.
May 2008 be your best year yet. I wish you much love and happiness, my friend. Have fun tonight!
Is that a pink cowboy hat to go along with the boa? hehe That much pink should make a person itch with hives I think ;)
Happy New Year!
Well I’ve fallen down the stairs a LOT so I know it well.
You had me at the pink boah.
Again, I think that was the year we split as well. We have much in common hun. Happy New Years, cheers to you.
The picture looks good but you definitely look better now, especially as an un-blond. Wear low heels and dance the night away safely. I predict you will meet a new friend.
LOL LOL LOL sitting back relaxing having some soup reading your story then I started laughing so hard (from your wording not your, umm fall) laptop falls on the floor soup sprayed all over the place and little Mistress asking what was so funny, so I obviously had to read it again to her!!
**wipes tears from eyes** Now I got to think if I had a NYE like that I am usually innocent.
Finn: LOL yeah there was considerable “Ouch” involved. Thanks Hon, you too.
Robin: LOL, awww I am sorry, hon
Shortie: And I still have the boa! (and the cowboyhat, and the shirt, and the pants, and the shoes…)
JustDave: Yeah, at the time it was ok, now I like my current look better.
Severity: Tell the Little Misstress that the Madurodam lady lost her shit at the top of the stairs ;-)
Oh Bitch she knows you by first name and very upset with me that I didn’t take her to lunch the other week with you. We need to make a date before the little Mistress spanks my arse LOL.
Oh and I told little mistress you can’t walk in stilettos to save your life as it just about cost your life falling down the stairs. I will leave it at that and just pretend I have never has a mishap in stilettos.