Ugh, Monday. How I hate thee. I’m having an especially difficult time this morning trying to keep my eyes open after an eventful and fun weekend. Drinks with a coworker at an Irish pub, a trip to Long Island to welcome a new baby to this world, and a Florence and the Machine concert were just a few things I busied myself with. It was the kind of weekend I didn’t want to come to an end and the kind of weekend I’ll likely need a few days to recover from. I’m not ashamed to admit that I can’t party like I used to.
Also (before I forget!): a very happy and healthy new year to all of my Jewish friends out there!
Bryan and I woke up to the radio this morning and heard a story about a young couple who decided to get their freak on in the middle of the Yankees game on Saturday. In a men’s bathroom stall under the bleachers. 1) Ewww and 2) I hope you don’t mind telling your kids one day about how mommy and daddy went viral because they couldn’t wait a few more innings to do the nasty.
I hardly consider myself a prude, but there are definitely self-imposed restrictions on places I’d ever have sex, i.e. a crowded sporting event with children present. I mean, come on. According to the report, the couple was cheered on by onlookers who had completely lost interest in the game. And can you blame them? If I were there I doubt I’d be able to turn away either.
Oh, like you wouldn’t sneak a peak!
In my 33 years on this planet I’m not sure any of my sexual escapades could ever compare to this. Sure, there were a few public fiascos and trysts in my day but certainly nothing this eyebrow raising. I suppose the wooden bench in a well-lit park at night would be the site of my most public display of, uhm, affection, but it was relatively secluded and away from onlookers. It was sexy, spontaneous, romantic, and fun… but I would never have wanted an audience present.
Where is the craziest place you’ve ever had sex (leave comments anonymously if you’re too shy)? Also, raise your hand if you’re a member of the Mile High Club. I salute you.