I last left you with the weird situation Mr. McKay and I found ourselves in where I had bought him an anniversary gift and he had not reciprocated.
It's all good now.
We celebrated our five year wedding anniversary this past Friday. I gave him his gift the night before because I told him I still wanted him to have it- but I was no longer calling it an anniversary gift.
I got him a new record player, which is a story all by itself- but long story short his broke when we moved five years ago. So he has had shelves full of records with no way to listen to them. It was something I knew he would like that he wouldn't spend the money on for himself and I wanted him to have it.
He loved the record player and still feels bad about the whole gift exchanging blunder, but I think I can use that in my favor (what's the expiration date on that?).
We took a little two night get away this week. Nothing crazy, but anytime I stay in a hotel I feel like I am on vacation. It was just nice to relax and not have to worry about doing the dishes or cleaning the litter box (of course it was all waiting for us when we got home- but still).
And the hotel sex... you know what I mean, right? There's something different about it. I like to think we have a pretty awesome sex life anyway. But something about being in a hotel just makes it seem hotter.
I packed all of our toys, mostly because they were strewn around our bedroom and we had a friend stopping in to check on the cats, so it was just as easy to shove them in the suitcase as it was to put them away.
We had some drinks and looked at the porn titles (they used to be much funnier, none were very inventive this year- and seriously what is up with the MILF fixation? I mean, good for them I guess, but I don't get it as a genre).
I guess I was a little louder and more uninhibited than usual because afterwards as we took the elevator downstairs to get something to eat my husband commented that he felt bad for our neighbors.
"Were we that loud?" I ask, really not thinking we were.
"Well, there was the spanking," he responds.
"Oh, yeah, it sort of echoed," I agree.
"It sounded like gunshots!"
"Yeah, good job, by the way," I add.
(Is this a weird conversation to have in an elevator?)
The anal sex that followed the spanking was probably louder. Again: me + booze + hotel room= insanely loud.
Sorry hotel neighbors! But I don't know you and never have to see you again anyway, you could just turn the volume up on your pay per view hotel porn.
Anyway, let's talk about hotel sex. Do you in general find it to be hotter? I'd like to know if I am the only one.