A strange new year

You know, I'm glad that this is semi-anonymous. When I set up the blog I purposefully changed a few names and didn't reveal things about me that could be easily searched like my full name, my address (real or email) or my phone number. It allows me to be a little more open about what happens to me as it is highly unlikely anyone I know who'd recognise me from this will visit here.

So it allows me to tell you more about New Year's Eve. Despite the threatened tube strike me and Sabby made our way, quite easily, to the centre of London. There we hit a few pubs and got very merry. Sabby suggested this gay club she knows up there, joking we could go as a couple, but we'd have only been able to stay there for half an hour or most if we wanted to make it to the firework display. So we made our way to Westminster and that was heaving. We nearly didn't make it in time despite missing the club. Fantastic show though. Haven't enjoyed fireworks like that since I was a kid. What you don't get watching them on telly is the sound reverberating right through you. After that we found another pub (which was packed) and had another couple of drinks. Met a few very pissed people, which is fair enough as so was they, before me and Sabby headed off to her uncle's place.

By now it was about 3am and I was shattered, and Sabby wasn't much better. Her uncle's place is a bit small, but in a decent location. The bed we had was a smallish double one which I had no problem sharing with her. So we stripped to our underwear and crawled in. We giggled drunkenly for a bit and then I said it had been a great evening (or something like that) she agreed and put her hand on my shoulder. Next thing I know we were kissing, not a peck on the cheek thing, but a full on kiss. We never said another word, we just lay there looking at each other as we drifted off to sleep.

Neither of us mentioned it in the morning, but I'm sure she remembers as well as me. The fact I did it doesn't worry me, beyond wondering what it might do to our friendship. She is a damn good kisser though. Maybe not better than some boys I've kissed over the years, but different somehow. We haven't talked about it, and I don't think we will. I guess she's a little embarressed since she's still with Debbie and she doesn't like cheating on her. Which is fair enough to me. Won't tell Colin either, he'd be half-excited and half-threatened by it :) So it's just between you and me, okay?