Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS WRITER
Next minute she’d hiked her dress up, kicked her leg high and rested her stiletto on her new husbands shoulder. The reception cheered and roared and the glistening red garter could be seen by all. The music pumped on high, the crowd started dancing to a slow, slow song ‘Lady in Red’ by Chris De Burgh. Suzie and I watched together as we held hands. I whispered in her ear that the song playing should be ‘You can leave your hat on’ by Joe Cocker.
If only I hadn’t had so much to eat, we could get out on the dance floor. Suzie didn’t eat much and I had shovelled in her left over entrée, main course and wine into my gullet and I could feel my stomach pushing so hard against my pants, the zipper bulging.
Out of interest I love food, wine and dancing – all in that order. My moves generally involve gliding on my knees across the dance floor and very seductive dancing, on my own of course with the odd pylon or pole involved, keeping so still as I get my groove on.
The first time Suzie and I went away for a weekend as a real couple, we organised a romantic weekend away for Opera in the Vineyards. Suzie wasn’t a big drinker and had not told me that champagne when straight to her head! The music was outstanding, the conductor a comedian, the evening so romantic under the stars and I knew this was the first time I was truly in love and could be me.
This was the first time for Suzie as well, not being in love but with her head in the toilet bowl for most of the night after we had sipped our way through three bottles of champers under the starlit sky.
It was brilliant to spend time away together. Harry was looking after the children for the weekend, there was no TV in our room and we were in the peaceful countryside. The birds tweeting and singing at sunrise, not that we heard them as we were fast asleep. No young children outside trying to bash the bedroom door down with their trunkies after hooning at full speed down the hallway on a mission to bust open the locked bedroom door.
Until finally life had returned to reality. Back to school and work tomorrow. Shopping to organise, lunches to be made, dinner to prepare for the week. The same, mundane weekly tasks that can make life feel so robotic, routine and totally boring. Why does it have to be this way? How could I inject spontaneity into our daily lives so it would feel as if there was a moment of a holiday in each and every day?