Drunk Love – Song and Celebration

Excuse the typos. And the grammatical errors. And the nonsensicalness. But I? Am drunk. Most definitely so.

Just wanted to impart two things tonite. In a silly way. And in a somewhat daring way. To keep the vibe of the challenge going.

1. Tonight, while being subjected to the Carrie Underwood special on television, my husband and I admitted to one another that we actually like the following song. Let me be clear: we are not country.

However, after divulging that I freely sing along when I hear it, Dan chimed in that he’ll give way to robust sing-a-long also – when in the car and no one is around, of course. (And? He is belting it out right now as he sits beside He Also drunk. Oh the support he gives his drunken blogger wife.)

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2. In a sweet and touching moment, and prefaced by a long web of topics we swam through in our inebriated state, Dan looked me in the eye and said, “I have to tell you this…”

I’ll leave you hanging for a moment to say that I think this was partially brought on by our discussion about Wolfie’s post, “Are you a Hottie?” Wolf and I had a few email exchanges after I read that post wherein she challenged me to get my man a little tipsy and ask him what he thought was hot about me. She assured me that even if I thought my hottie days were gone – three kids and sturdy adulthood in full force these days – that there was surely something he would say. That I would be surprised. And I was.

But he didn’t surprise me about our present life. It was instead about the past that he spoke. And it wasn’t about me or my body or my sexy, hottie traits. It was a moment. One moment in time. One moment that I still am trying to conjure up in my mind. Can I remember it for what it was? Do I see it only through Dan’s eyes? Do I imagine it for what I want it to be? Do I recreate it based on the person I think I was ten years ago?  I haven’t made up my mind. And all I know is this:

Dan turned to me. A serious look in his eye. Intent. Brave. Daring. And he told me of my most sexy moment. HIS most sexy moment. When I was most sexy. And made him feel most sexy. And I had absolutely no idea what he was going to say.

“We were on our way to the Mall. For some reason. I don’t know why. And we were taking a left hand turn into the Mall. And you climbed on top of me.”

He didn’t finish the story. Or give me the details. And I’ve invented the rest in my mind. Like a dream, or thoughts of my childhood, I’m not sure it’s real or imagined. I think we may have parked in a vacant area of the Mall parking lot. I’m sure we did things. Young, happy, brave things. I’m sure we laughed. I’m sure we smiled. But that’s pretty much all I am sure of about that moment.

But right now? Ask me about this moment. Ask we about this very time in my very pretty life. Ask we what I’m sure of now.

Dan sits beside me on the couch and chuckles about the title of this post. About the subject matter he casually glances. He doesn’t bat an eye that I post these things. That I share intimate details of our life with people that we don’t hardly know. Well, that he doesn’t know. And he plays songs. Lots of songs. Songs we love.

In Your Eyes – Peter Gabriel

I’ll Be There – The Jackson Five

A Wink and a Smile – Harry Connick, Jr.

Sea of Love – Del Shannon

And this.

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I’m sure of our love. And I’m sure that mixing cocktails and Christmas lights will always be a huge turn on for both of us. With or without Wolfie’s post and half-drunk challenges.

**Update: I’m hungover. And, yes, I did update this. Added a few things. Edited a few things. Not much though. Just for clarity. Spelling. Emphasis. You know. Basic, people. Let me say that I was not kidding you about my drunken state. And? I think I will be doing this all week. Well, you know. often. It was fun.

Consumed last night: one half glass of red wine (Dan stole the second half, bastard!), four good-sized Watermelon Vodkas with Seltzer, one TALL Bailey’s on the rock.

See that nifty little Half-Drunk entry button I put at the top of this post? Just made that. Grab it down from the sidebar and post it in your entry if you like. Just copy and paste that code right there and put it in your post (making sure to be on the HTML side of your writing, and the visual editor). Or don’t, it’s not a requirement. I just happen to like little buttons and things. And designing them is a fabulous way of ignoring the children while still feeling productive.

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