Did I have a howl last night! Did I ever? I was innocently sipping on a Hot Cocoa in the smoking area of Dublin’s Opium Rooms when I was beset upon by a very lively gang of lovely Italians. All & sundry were drinking G&Ts.
Soon enough I was eating the grapefruit out of everyone’s bevvies. I hadn’t a bean, having splurged the contents of my bank account on some delightful handmade jewellery on sale at the market being held there.
First of all I met sweet Roberto & Alberto. They thoroughly enjoyed reading my latest blog entry. Then along came maaad Mirko, who made a beeline for me. All of a sudden, the cocktails & coca were flowing at Mirko’s expense.
We hit the dancefloor. What a howl. We danced the rest of the night away for about 4 hours solid. Mirko invited me back to his place after. I told him if there was any shenanigans, I would no longer be his friend. Convinced he would be on his best behaviour, I went home with him.
As soon as we arrived, I couldn’t wait to leave. I spent the rest of the night watching the clock, waiting for the first bus to take me home sweet home. Mirko tried it on alright. Twice. I told him to behave himself! I thought you’d at least give me a kiss, he whined, before wimping out on me & hitting the hay. Bloody bugger!
Thus Monday rolled in. I grabbed the first bus home from Baldoyle in north Dublin before sunrise. Wet wet wet. Lá fluich a bhi ann arís!
I arrived home in good time for breakfast being served in the canteen. All my neighbours could do was laugh at the head on me! I ate my fill & hit the sack, after applying my new Bee Venom Face Mask, harvested without harm to bees!
3 hours later, I was awoken by a call from my friend Sinéad, wondering what the craic was for the day. Dammit. I had told her last night I was having a day of rest. So much for that. I was wide awake & weird. Good to go with some storytelling, telling tales of drunkenness & debauchery from the night before.
Today’s schedule is yoga at 6.30pm & nothing more. My poor chest is fucked from oh so much smoking. My tobacco mysteriously disappeared this morning so it’s high time I gave my overworked lungs a break!
There’s nothing I enjoy more than spending Magic Monday mornings in bed, lolling in my crib while the world goes to work. The rate of heart attacks worldwide rises sharply on Monday mornings! I’m not going to go the way both my parents went, no way Jose! My Mom perished due, in my not so humble opinion. to her lack of cardiovascular exercise.
My Dad however would spend an hour a day pumping sweat on his treadmill & cross-trainer in his very own gym. Didn’t save him from heart disease but didn’t kill him either. The demon drink did the deed. He fell down dead one day in his gym soon after unsuccessfully trying to call me. My Mom awoke from slumbering on the couch with a shriek & that was her last gasp. Hearts attack.
Not to end on a nasty note, I’ll swiftly change the subject by focusing on the week ahead of me. My diary is full from tomorrow. Earlyish mornings abound. Lots of Art Therapy, some Film Studies & too many appointments to mention. Not sure how I’ll perform in the yoga studio later but sure I’ll do my best. Gonna be super-powered by a delicious protein-packed milkshake infused with my magic mushrooms! I heart Mondays!
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