Have a Rockin' New Year!

 Mick and molly were (almost) hoping to get snowed in for New Year’s Eve.  We’ve skied four days in a row, the legs are a little tender, and the thought of eating at home, cuddled before the fireplace, and watching “When Harry Met Sally” had a certain romantic appeal.

But the snow promised for out little valley did not materialize, and instead we carried out our plan to meet some friends at a “New Year’s Rockin’ Eve” celebration at a local hotel.

We were surprised to discover on arrival that the party was not in the historic old bar with it’s Viga beamed ceilings and adobe décor, but in the hotel’s “conference center” a sterile ballroom that dwarfed the 100 or so brave souls who made it out to “ring out” a year that some would say was a tad underwhelming. But we’ve always been able to find the fun in the odd. The music was good, the company charming, the drinks more than adequate, and Mistress and a few of the other guests had their long shapely legs encased in sexy tights…..All it took was a little imagination to get into the scene and enjoy the spectacle of a 50 something crowd boot scooting across the dance floor while the band played “Brick House”.

“This is like a wedding Mistress, and we’re the wedding crashers.”

“It reminds me of the “Poseidon Adventure”,  Mistress responded.  Well Slave never really saw that old disaster movie. All I remembered was that some big danged boat flipped over and melodrama ensues, with the ritual screaming and well earned demise of the more annoying members of the (fading) star studded cast. Seen one disaster movie, seen them all! The cause of this mayhem is faded in cinema history: was it a Tsunami? Volcanic eruption? Meteor strike? Who knows. But a little checking this morning proved once again that Mistress is always right.

 

Sure enough, there are old war horses like Shelly Winters, Ernest Borgnine and Gene Hackman all celebrating New Year’s Eve in a kitchscy New Year’s Eve ballroom, before that big danged liner does it’s flip! (BTW, is that Carol Burnet?)

Then Mayhem ensues as suddenly that big Christmas Tree is on the ceiling!

Of course, the good part about celebrating New Year's Eve on Mountain Time is that you can "celebrate" the arrival of the new year when the ball drops on Times Square. So as 10 pm approached we charged our glasses one more time, toasted the new year, and boot scooted out into the night, seeking the shelter of our warm adobe house as the snow finally began to fall.

"I hoped you didn't mind leaving early, Mistress. But we might have ended up sharing a life boat with Shelly Winters if we had waited until midnight!"

(Look here tomorrow for an update from our Western Correspondent, who is not looking forward to 2017!)

Happy New Year from the UCTMW Media Empire

Mistress and Slave celebrated New Year's in River City last evening, not long after the new year arrived in Paris: in other words we went to bed very early, in our (finally) empty nest, after that long flight back from France.

Our cute Co-Ed (the older one) had surely had enough of shared space with her parents after two weeks on the road. She showered, grabbed that bottle of champagne she bought duty free at CDG, and headed back to her campus to celebrate with folks her own age.

Smart girl.  Of course, our other daughter remained in Paris for another 6 days to complete her "studies". Of course, Her classes apparently ended about 2 weeks ago, but, quite frankly, I'm not asking questions.

That left, Mistress and Slave home alone!

We celebrated by taking a shower together, sharing a little restful nap, and engaging in some nookie without having to squelch the volume for a change.

Mistress seemed to relish riding Slave's cock, and I was able to muster enough energy despite the jet lag and time change, to ring in the new year right, with permission given at almost exactly the time the Eiffel tower started flashing at midnight in Paris. 

Va Va Voom!

We certainly enjoyed our long and lazy European holiday. Riding the metro. Taking the high speed trains. Wallowing in all the goodies from the Patisseries and Bakeries. Walking down all those narrow historic lanes filled with holiday shoppers. And all those tasty meal together.

But this old slave is the type of guy who appreciates getting home to my own bed, and the enhanced privacy that entails.

And while the New Year brings the demand of hunkering back to work for both of us, let's hope we and all of our devoted readers have some kinky adventures in the year to come.

I know Mistress is already plotting when she can get together with her lover Jay for some of that "athletic" sex they enjoy.

It's important for all of us to have something to look forward to in the New Year, isn't it?

Happy New Year!

Mistress and Slave had what amounted to an almost pure day of rest yesterday, as snow gently fell here on our high desert hideaway.

While Molly did catch that 9 am Yoga class, after she was done channeling all that positive energy, she adjourned to our couch in front of a glowing fireplace for some reading, napping, reading, and napping.

Slave was happy to join in.

Then, at around 6:30 pm we bundled up and trundled down through the snow to a local restaurant in the neighborhood that had a romantic fixed menu New Year's Eve dinner for all of us locals brave enough to wander out into the cold.

Bubbly was consumed, and we struck up a conversation with none other than "Mattress Mary" and her artist husband. Mary has been mentioned here before - she runs a local mattress / furnishings store that advertises on the solar radio station where she also does occasional movie reviews. We toasted the memory of her dog Molly, who famously disappeared in August from the place she was boarded while Mary was off on a buying trip to the Big Apple.

She's hoping Molly was taken for a stray by some loving passers by and now has a new home. (As opposed to being eaten by bears or flattened by a semi).

It's always fun to make new friends on New Year's Eve!

On the walk home,  snow still falling, we strolled by the local Catholic Church, where Mass was just letting out and the parishioners were wishing the Padre a happy anno nuevo.

We agreed it was one of our nicest New Year's Eves ever. We hope yours was a good one too, compadres!

Now for some wake-up sex and  deep powder skiing!