Seems like just 22 hours… but it was 22 years ago that I tied the marital knot with the love of my life, and Saturday night we commemorated that auspicious, legally binding (all that bondage language tells you something about marriage, doesn’t it?) human mating ritual with a rolling party at the Green Horse bar, a squirting-screaming orgy in the Bonoboville kitchen and another epic episode in the ongoing “show” that is our conjoined Saturday night lives.
I know I sound like a big sappy ball of corn, but it’s true: the apex of the celebration was just the two of us being together, letting all the wild energies of the night climax—twice each (two and two for 22 years)—into the sweet, all-embracing heaven of each other’s arms. And yes, it was “special” 22nd anniversary sex. With a tip of my big hat to Gwyneth Paltrow, I’ll call it “conscious coupling,” the flip side of the great actress and Chris Martin’s much-lampooned “conscious uncoupling.” More power to them for moving on without acrimony, but I can’t help but feel that maybe if Gwyneth and Chris had been a little more “conscious” about coupling, they wouldn’t have come uncoupled. Of course, marriage bondage isn’t for everybody. I think you almost have to have a marriage fetish to make it work. See my blog “Is There Sex After Marriage?” from our 18th anniversary for some of the reasons I think that, against all odds, our marriage keeps on ticking, with lots of licking.
But no couple is an island, least of all Max and me. We need our Bonoboville as much as our Bonoboville needs us… probably more. So, since April 12th fell on a Saturday this year, we figured we had to throw a little party. The question was where to do it. Usually we put on all our shows, bacchanals and parties in our own space, but DrSuzy.Tv studios are now under renovation and our little RadioSUZY1 broadcast booth fits only three or four people (five, if one’s on the stripper pole). So we chose to do it at our current favorite bar, the divinely dive-y Green Horse Nightclub. Tended by the generous, voluptuous Rosa and her savvy hubby Joe, it’s got that homey feeling essential to a stellar Bonoboville gathering, with a nice dance floor surrounded by mirrors, a pool table, a courtyard for the smokers and a life-sized neon green stallion on the roof that looks like it’s ready to jump hurdles over the cars galloping down Centinela.
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