The Princess Weekend

Posted on September 25th, 2006 by Christine.
Categories: Sex and Relationships.

So this week is the official two-year anniversary of Christopher and my first date. I’m not sure if he knows that or not… he’s not big on commemorating the past (which I’ve found most men aren’t in the way women are), but Christopher in particular likes to focus on the present and future. So I’m guessing he didn’t remember that it’s been a full two years since our destinies collided.

But it doesn’t matter anyway. We’ve both come a long way in two years. We’ve grown and changed, and our lives have taken turns we never anticipated. And despite all the rough times we’ve had individually, and the even rougher spots in our relationship, we did manage to come out of it a little stronger than before and emerged as each others’ best friend and lover.

In the two years I’ve known him, we’ve never gone away together. Never stayed in a hotel, never left the city for more than a day or so, and the furthest we’d ever gone at the same time is two and a half hours north to Santa Barbara. So when Christopher needed to do some business in Las Vegas and suggested we plan a weekend there, I was surprised and excited. But I had no idea that it would be as great of a time as it was.

Well… let’s be realistic. It did start out a bit shaky… we got into an argument in Barstow over me sending my food back at CoCo’s (Christopher hates it when I send food back, but I only do it when the waiter screws up the order… which is about 25% of the time). In this instance, I ordered the salad dressing on the side and the shrimp sauce on the side and both came saturated in dressing and sauce which basically ruins a meal. So he got pissy and said I was difficult for asking them to re-do it. I got pissed and said he was controlling for wanting me to eat something I didn’t even like when it was the kitchen’s responsibility to make sure they prepare what I actually ordered. And I worried that the weekend I’d been waiting for might be a bust. But it wasn’t.

By the time we reached Primm, things were better. And by the time we reached the outskirts of Vegas, where you can see the lights on the strip, our excitement was renewed even though we were both exhausted from the 5-hour drive, the stressful work week, and the “Barstow incident.” We checked into the hotel and decided to explore a little.

The weekend couldn’t have been better. It was even better than I imagined. We had so much fun. We laid by the pool, went indoor skydiving, went to a show, ate at the best buffet in Vegas, gambled, played games at ESPN zone, watched some football, played our favorite “quarter drop” game, talked about everything from our future to stories of our childhoods, and had some of the best sex we’ve ever had.

As a sat at a roulette table, I glanced over at Christopher several tables away, playing poker. He was pacifying the drunk guy next to him by nodding at whatever asanine thing the guy was explaining to him and Christopher looked up at me with those blue eyes and that smile. I guess I must have smiled back, not sure really, since I kind of got lost in that moment and how lucky I am to have met my smart, sexy boy from Penn State… how lucky I am that despite my flaws, he loves me anyway… how lucky I am that he takes so much pride in making sure I’m happy and taken care of and getting the best of everything. In short, it was the Princess weekend.

So a big thank you to the boy for all he does for me every single day… whether it be a great time in Vegas, driving over to help me figure out why my new cell phone doesn’t work, stopping at Subway twice because I wasn’t hungry the first time, or thanking me for spending the $40 to fill the gas tank when he picks up the tab for pretty much everything else always. He’s my biggest fan, my best critic, one of the smartest men I know, and the best friend anyone could want.

I don’t honestly know why we decided to stick it out through the rough times in the last two years. I don’t know why either of us decided to forgive the other for some of the really messed up things we did. I don’t know why, when our friends were telling us to move on and find someone new, we both decided to blow off their advice and keep working at it. I don’t know why any of that happened, but it did. And it doesn’t matter anymore because the only thing that matters is the present and the future, and when I find myself thinking about Christopher and all his qualities– the ones that drive me nuts and the ones that make me laugh– I smile and thank God for bringing him into my life. Things aren’t always as perfect as they were last weekend, but I wouldn’t give him up for anything.

;-)

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