Sometimes health has a funny way of interfering with our best laid plans. This year, E and I decided that the most awesome way to ring in the New Year would be at a Swingers Club surrounded by hundreds of naked couples in the LA area. And with tickets purchased and clothing pressed we were off, nearly 1 year to the day we went last year. When we went on the first of 2015, it was very quiet. Perhaps 20 couples in total throughout the night and you can read more of my adventures here.This year, just driving up to the parking lot, we knew it was going to be a completely different experience. After a little nerve check and a pep talk in the car, we raced through the parking lot in extremely gusty winds that reminded us for the briefest moment of winter at home.
Once safely inside, and checked in, and we slowly made our way to the bar. Once a beer was in hand, we were able to look around and asses what we had just gotten ourselves into. The flyer said that the night was black and white, dress to impress. Of course that is what we did, with E in his 3 piece suit and me, in a tight fitting long dress. But as we looked out, we saw every manor of dress code interpretation you could think of. From fake tuxedo shirts and black pants, to real tuxedos, and even a man with nothing but a leather vest, chaps and cowboy boots. The woman ranged from the classic tight black dress, to sequenced mini- skirts, right on over to lingerie or topless with hula type skirts. At $120 bucks per couple, I suppose you paid to wear whatever made you feel confident and sexy.
So here we were, beer in hand, taking in all the sights and sounds multiplied by nearly 20 over the previous year , as we figured there were about 350 couples on hand, plus staff and security, about to ring in 2016. Walking from the bar to the bathroom was a complete grope fest, which was welcomed from some, and just creepy from others. Added to it just a bizarre level of mingling and small chat, while waiting in line to get into either the couples washroom or the women only one, but that is what happens when you have such a vast of horny people in one room. The ages ranged from a group of cute mid 20’s couples, right on up to people in their 70’s, who had probably been coming to this event for decades. You had to admire their courage, and just the whole, who gives a fuck about age mentality.
We danced, drank and were just getting into some light flirting and conversation with a fairly interesting couple when my body decided to give me a little surprise. Remember that massive wind storm that we walked through the parking lot to? Well it brought with it an enormous pressure change, and my head went from clear and happy to a pounding mess. So here I am, trying to have a sexy good time, while holding back wincing amounts of pain. Drinking my water, and moving ever so slowly. Yup, and I broke a huge rule of mine. I left my pain killers at the hotel room, because I figured my purse would be too full with ID, condoms and lube. I was just a horny 30 something year old, wanting to throw my normal responsible self out the window for a New Years Eve. Someday I will learn, maybe.
I can only admire E, and his reaction to this whole thing. Here I am, saying I am going to be a trooper and last as long as I can, because we paid for this party and we are going to get sexy. While at the same time trying to find a dark cozy nook where I could just hide away and not move an inch, which is not easy while there are 700 naked people walking around trying to do the exact same thing, albeit for very different reasons. We walked around and while I would lean up against a wall and try to relax, he was able to have a really good look around at all the sex crazed couples bouncing from bed and room to swing. It wasn’t much, but the best I could offer at the time. We rang in the New Year on the dance floor, with dozens of sweaty people, free of many of the garments they came in wearing, hugging and kissing each other in one of the coolest situations I have ever seen. It was hard not to feel that for just a moment you were out of body, and just watching, enchanted by the freeness of it all. I think one of my favorite moments was grinding my man on the dance floor, without a single person judging us for it. Allowing the music to just let us experience whatever we were feeling at that exact moment. It was a glimmer of bliss and I forgot for those few minutes the throbbing that was guiding my evening.
I would love for this post to have been about all the amazing New Years Eve sexy fun that we had. But sometimes life and health just gets in the way of that. You roll with it, and just do your best. We did finally find a little nook, and we did what we both do best. It was hot, but it took all my will power to stay in that moment and not lose control of the pounding in my head. After all the reflection though, and a year in between visits to swing clubs, E and I got some fabulous dialogue going. We both know why we enjoy going, can discuss it, and share our wants and needs when we go back. We are so lucky and fortunate to have found each other. I love my partner, through all these years, the sexy times and the headaches.