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TMIThursday: Barfy Valentines Day, Honey!

Feb 10, 2010 Relationships, Sex, TMI Thursday's, Yum... or Lack There Of., love

Hello my gluttons for TMIThursday punishment!

As always — check out Ms. Lilu for making this recurring day of nastyness that we all kind-of look forward to possible. She rocks, in case you didn’t know.

This TMIT posting comes from Ms. Squishy over at squishisms.com. She is not only one of my besties, but a kick ass blogger. You should read her because she exudes awesomeness.

It’s been 361 days since it happened. I had plans for a girls night with the Teridactyl. This, of course, meant Irish had to find something to do. Luckily for him a friend of ours got laid off that day. Or maybe it was the day he found a new job? I don’t really remember, and it’s moot. The point is – I went out with my girl and our coworkers, and Irish went out with the boys.

It was our first night out without each other since we started dating, a little over eight months. My night started with happy hour – to celebrate 30 Days of NonSmoking with a CoWorker who had quit smoking the same day I did. (Tho, he didn’t really quit, just quit where I could see him – but I didn’t find that out til later.) My drinking began at 4 PM on the dot.

At 11 I was ready for karaoke. It. Was. Time. I could handle anything, including that smoke-filled dive bar full of temptations I’d sworn off – cigarettes being nowhere near the top. And I thought it was time to bring the groups together. Irish’s boys and my crew could all meet at Rags.

But when I called, Irish slurred that he was heading home. He was “shhhhhleeeeeeeeeepy.”

/shrug

But… the longer we drove, and it’s at least a half hour from South Austin, where we were, to North Austin, where my car was, the more tired I grew. My buzz was wearing off and I wanted out of my clothes and into a warm comfy bed…and preferably wakeup wellsexed to boot.

SO I skipped karaoke and came home. Before midnight on a Friday night.

CanISayHowAwesomeItIsToNotHaveToStayOutAllNightToGetLaid?

But when I got home, all the lights were off. This was before the dogs or the roommate, so the house was CREEPYQuiet. Irish was passed the hell out. Didn’t even twitch when I came in and turned on the bedside light. And he was on his stomach, which is odd for him. I undressed, kissed his shoulder, resigned myself to sexlessness, contemplated masturbation, rejected it, climbed into bed and went to sleep…

For all of a few hours… and then something woke me roud about 4 AM.

Quick shallow breathing.

Quiet grunts.

And right as I opened my mouth to alert Irish to the fact that there was someone in the apartment, something hit the back of my head. Something warm and something that DID NOT smell so good.

Yeah. My fiance vomited IN MY HAIR. IN HIS SLEEP.

On Valentine’s Day.

Our FIRST Valentine’s Day.

I rinsed my hair off quietly, made sure he was on his side so he didn’t die…and went to the couch.

And then I knew what love is…

Yep.

(To be fair: (And because he says I have to include it) He did make me steak and cheddar potatoes for dinner. AND AN ICE CREAM CAKE. While Hungover. <3)

Would you rather…

* Be handcuffed to a bed, naked, in the middle of a highway?
* Have pictures of you being handcuffed to a bed, naked, on the Internet?

Tags: karaoke, love, tmit, tmithursday, valentines day