Hi, The weekend is here again, and I am still thinking about the last one. How can I possibly top it?
Okay, so I’m going to tell you about last weekend when I was in the mountains on a ski weekend with the girls. But first, I couldn’t possibly waste this entire weekend reminiscing about my past bad behavior, so I put out some feelers on Monday, and when the answer came to me in an email, I had to look away in shame. Yes me, looking away in shame, can you believe it? I met Freddie on a plane to New York five years ago, and we hit it off immediately. He’s leans that way I’m afraid, and the type of guy you don’t have to ask if he is or not if you know what I mean. Anyway, I watched him in the airport lounge at Charles de Gaulle and then when he boarded. The flight crew loved him as soon as he walked into the cabin, the energy changed in an instant. Everyone came alive, and I broke out in Goosebumps, and I was in the queue with two people in front of me. I had tears falling from my eyes when I was directed to the seat next to him in business class. One of the flight attendants took me right to my seat and introduced me by name. She said, ‘Freddie, this is Olivia Morgan-Gaines’. ‘Oh, Camp Freddie’, came the words, as I slapped my hand over my mouth, but it was too late it was already out there. After a split second, and much to my relief, he burst out laughing and thankfully didn’t ask that I be shown to another seat. To this day, we email each other with long-winded accounts of our lives, at least twice a month. He is my Special Guy, and all my friends know him as Camp Freddie. I have written him into my wild daydreams for as long as I have known him (oh shit, that one’s out there now too. Sorry Freddie! He reads these emails, but I just can’t help it, he’s so handsome). Yes, I’m rambling again, so let me wrap this up otherwise last weekend’s reckless moments will never be revealed. So, Freddie, Camp Freddie, has invited me to fly over from France to see a show in New York tonight. He and his gorgeous boyfriend will be performing together live on stage. You are not going to like this, but I can’t tell you anymore because you might press the unsubscribe button, and I’ll never get to email you again! But what I can say is that if you asked me to secretly reveal what one of my top three fancies were, then it would be one with Freddie and his boyfriend, and that’s all I’m saying. I promise that if I can report the events of his show to you in some sort of decently worded email, then you might just get to hear about it. I’m off for a cold shower, a woman can only take so much before she melts you know.
I have to move on, I’m out of breath just thinking about it. I’ve even joked with him this week about his size and how it might look on stage? So, he sent me revealing pictures of him and his boyfriend, he’s such a tease! STOP! Oh God, Freddie, and his member are in my head now, and not in the way I would prefer, either.
I need to change the subject, so let me tell you about my sister instead. She slammed the phone down on me when I told her about Freddie and his show.
Damn it, Freddie, this has got to stop!
One cold shower later….So, last weekend my sister and I went up into the Alpes for a girls’ weekend with friends. There were twelve of us in total, and we hit it off until number 13 turned up, my ex-girlfriend’s new girlfriend, and it stopped me dead in my tracks. I don’t know why because I like guys again now and was totally over her. Well, at least I thought so. Lucky for me, my older sister Geneva spotted the problem immediately and marched us all off to the local bar. Let me say, I’ve seen films where people walk into bars, and the whole place stops to stare. I swear it should have happened just as I saw it in my head, but it didn’t because the place was already rocking the doors and windows off. The closer we got, the louder the music became, so we walked faster. We could see people standing outside drinking and dancing, we sped up. We saw guys outside, we started jogging. Someone in our group of 13 suggested there may not be enough guys to go around, we all began to run. When we got there, we were out of breath. It was cold, and I think the thin mountain air had something to do with it too. You should have seen us we were slightly sweaty with red faces. So, as you can imagine, it wasn’t the entrance I had hope for. I wanted the guys to wolf whistle, to be lifted and placed on the bar and worshiped! We entered the bar like a baker’s dozen of red-faced looking school girls who had escaped from an old, broken-down bus half way up the hill. Then it happened! We removed our hats, scarfs, and coats and appeared as women again, everyone noticed and the drinks started to flow. We claimed a table near the open fireplace and some nice men gave up their seats. Suddenly, we were the center of attention. The owner added more logs to the fire and nodded at us with a cheeky grin, then we found out why twenty minutes later. It started to swelter, and as more people arrived, the place became crowded with standing room only. It began to get hotter and hotter, our group started taking off layers, the crowd were getting feisty, the bar owner kept grinning, and the place continued to heave with people. Someone told us that word had got out there were thirteen half dressed women in a bar at the bottom of the ski slope, and the people just kept on coming! The place was buzzing, and we were drunk, but our drink funds were still intact. Wine and beer were free-flowing from who knows where, and the bar owner gave us free food, to show his gratitude to us for the extra trade we were bringing in, it was wild. I had hardly thought about my ex, even though I saw her and her new girlfriend looking my way, they were smiling it was obvious they were in a good mood too, everyone was relaxed. My sister needed to go to the restroom and so did I as I had drunk far too much Rosé. I waited outside, the lone female WC for my turn, as is usually the case for women in bars, and when I came out, she was gone. In her place was my ex’s new girlfriend. I smiled and tried to duck to the side to move past her, but she moved the same way, and I had to stop. I then tried the other way, and she did the same. I’m a tall girl but she is a few inches taller than me, but the thing is, I don’t go down easy. I went to boarding school where, if they are not kissing you in the dorms, then they are punching you, so I learned to handle myself, girl on girl. I started with What the !. I never got to finish my sentence, she planted her lips on mine, my head began to spin, for I don’t know how long. When I finally pulled away from her, my ex stood next to her smiling at me, but why? I took two steps back.
You don’t think we would pass up an opportunity like this, do you? I asked her to repeat what she had said because I couldn’t hear what with the loud music and her Swedish accent, that, and her inability to say the word opportunity correctly – I can’t even begin to pronounce it the way she did. So, she did. Then I asked exactly what she wanted, and thought she might still be angry that I didn’t move to Stockholm with her.
We want a 3-some, they spoke together. What? I ask pretending I didn’t hear them the first time. Don’t make us beg Olivia, not here. She then whispers into my ear, I’ll beg, sorry we’ll beg you when we get back to the lodge, we have the master bedroom, and it has its own open fire. Come, Olivia, I know you like to have it in front of a log fire. I turned to the camera for my close-up and bit my lip, (sorry, that part only happened in my head).
We didn’t get to sleep until the sun came up after we went back to the master bedroom. I went down to the kitchen and made breakfast for thirteen and took some up to the room to share with my new two new bed mates. In fact, there were only ten of us in the house, three of our party had found beds elsewhere! Well, this is what happens when girls like this get-together. Oh, and the toilet seat was in the up position, so I know at least one guy was staying overnight in the house. After sleeping the rest of the morning, throughout lunch, we took the cable car to the restaurant at the top of one of the peaks and sat in the mountain sun wrapped up drinking vin chaud, (French for mulled wine) watching skiers until we got cold and went inside.
We walked to the bar again and got a little confused halfway, starting with a slow jog then running and it was quiet, and there was no music this time. We sprinted the last two or three hundred feet, worried about the wellbeing of our evening. We couldn’t believe it, the bar was closed, there was a police notice on the door (in French) saying that after numerous complaints the bar had been closed!
We couldn’t believe it, we were upset, two of the group were crying, voices were raised, was it us, was it our fault? Shhh…my sister asked everyone to be quiet. I helped to bring the rabble to silence, we didn’t have to ask why because we could hear the answer, it was music.
We all ran without a word being spoken, across the village square and around the corner. There it was, another bar! We skidded to a halt and stared and then glanced at one another, ‘ready to close another bar down tonight girls?’ I asked. I am sure you can see it now – thirteen girls walk into a bar, and the barman says...
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I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I did living it!
Have a fabulous weekend my lovelies.
Loving you, Olivia, xoxo
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