How on earth did sex ever happen here?!

If you’ve had sex here then you’re automatically a member of the Mile High Club. I joined years ago. More than once. Lots of travel and transatlantic flights helped my membership to this club.

In this photo I’m backed up against the wall and holding the camera up to the ceiling. I’m about 5′ 3″ and I can touch the ceiling.

Being in here now, I can’t imagine how it worked back then.

Maybe now I’m just a germaphobe and can’t imagine sitting my bare ass up on that metal sink.

Or maybe I’m just too sober.

Or maybe they started making these airplane bathrooms smaller.

Or maybe now I’m no longer up for crazy fun.

Whatever it is, I plan to conquer this adventure again. First I need to pound several stiff drinks, grab a slim guy, put on a body condom and jump in.

Are you a member of the club?

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Dear Tuesday,

I have high hopes for you. Monday totally let me down. Then kicked my ass.

Tuesday, I realize that you have a busy work day planned for me. I can handle that. But please don’t kick my ass like Monday did.

And you also give me hope. Having a 1.5 hour massage scheduled will help you seem less like an ass. And dinner with friends at my house tonight helps even more. And the best part about you Tuesday, my friends are cooking for me. I will do my part. And by my part, I mean open and pour wine. It’s what I’m good at. Oh, and eating.

Thanks for being gentle.

Much love,

Susan Mercedes

P.S. Please tell Monday that yesterday was Global Orgasm Day and I did my part. Sure, it was by myself. But it was epic. Thanks again for being so sweet.

xo

This Wino Wednesday post was inspired by every wine I’ve ever enjoyed alone.

I’ve got a question for you.

There is something I enjoy doing alone. Really enjoy it. On the flip side, I’d much rather do this with another person or even several people. It’s just better that way.

It’s drinking! I don’t mean when I’m on a traveling alone, because I enjoy drinking then. But I’m usually in a hotel bar chatting it up with others. Which really isn’t alone. And I don’t mean when I’m pouring vodka over my Cheerios in the morning. Wait…that’s silly. I don’t even like Cheerios.

So here’s my question to you….

Do you drink alone?

On a normal weeknight, I have a couple of glasses of wine with dinner. Then perhaps I’ll pour one more after Elle goes to bed.

If I have people over, I have a couple of glasses with dinner. Then an unlimited amount after dinner. Then more after Elle goes to bed.

Why is that?

Do you have a preference? Shall I clarify that I mean preferences when drinking. Because we all know that sex is better when we’re not alone.

Wino Wednesday…this weekly feature is designed to share my wine alcohol related stories.