Christmas Party and Donkey Punch

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Friday – Woke up fairly freezing, and Ken got ready for work without really saying anything. I got an e-mail from him later in the day, saying that he was glad it was Friday. I cleaned up the toothpaste from the night before, and did some other cleaning, and around noon I went out with Amy to Nature's Express. I didn't really have any advice to offer, except to say that in the gay community, relationships survive a lot worse lies. It occurs to me that I don't think I've told her about my and Ken's full history with regards to that. I had a couple other errands to run, including picking up a birthday card for Justin, the package my parent's sent, dropping off the movies that he rented, and going to the store, but I only managed to do the first one. I meant to drive home, then walk over to the others, but I was suddenly exhausted, and I zonked. When Ken got home, we talked a little more about it – he reiterated that he wasn't mad about me fooling around with John, just at the double standard, and my reaction. We killed time, he napped a little, and I walked over to Blockbuster and the post office. The box was very heavy, and very large, but I felt good about getting the workout. My mum sent coffee mugs, beer mugs, shot glasses, and a set of pyrex bowls with snapping lids. I talked to her, and thanked her, and my minutes for the month be damned. Ken woke up a little later, and had dinner, and then we headed downtown for Nikki's holiday party. I got to play Emily, remembering the names of her co-workers and the other folks we met there. Jennifer, Alexa, Lana, some guy named Alex. There was an open bar, and vanilla vodka, but I restrained myself remarkably well. I think I had a total of 4 drinks, and was surprised to find out that Ken had 7, plus a couple shots. He played poker for most of the night, and then craps just before we left. For not knowing what he was doing, he rocked the game. Pity it wasn't for real money. Rich's was doing “Donkey Punch”, a supposedly “XXX night”, and we certainly weren't ready to stop partying, so we went over there. Surprisingly crowded, the music wasn't very good, and there was nothing even remotely xxx about it. Disappointed, but with no place left to go, we finally headed home around 1:30.