Tom and I had been dating for 3 or 4 months by the time our first New Year's Eve came around, and we decided to do it up right - we bought a bundle deal through a local club where we got a hotel room for a night, a free shuttle to a popular club that had several themed rooms, a reserved table in the club for the night and free champagne, all for one combined price. So, we went to the hotel, rode the shuttle, proceeded to get s**tfaced on champagne, danced like crazy fools, then rode back on the shuttle. Here's a pic of us on the way back to the hotel:
We have a few pics of us in the club, too. I look like a drunken prom queen with a "New Year's Eve" tiara on, eyes half-lidded. :) Anyway...
We got back to the hotel, both of us laughing and giggling and hardly able to walk, and we find out power is out in the hotel. So, no elevator. Our room was on the 6th or 7th floor.
So, imagine both of us barely able to stand, trying to manage stairs
. Me, in a slinky dress and Tom in dress clothes. And, we start chasing each other up the stairs. We were all over the place, and I know I took off my shoes at some point.
Now the part that was memorable for both of us: I remember quite clearly (at least once, but probably more than that) stopping at the top of a set of steps and lifting my dress above my head and flashing Tom full-on, with not a care in the world who might join us in the stairwell. :) Um, did I mention the dress was quite slinky, so I didn't want a panty line? ;) That trip up the stairs was so much fun. We flirted and ran and giggled like lunatics all the way to our room. FYI, we did make it all the way to the room, and then proceeded to have a wonderful rest of our New Year's. So, so fun! :)