Mmmm, 12 hours in the sack well enjoyed! Off to see Mrs Brown & her boys this afternoon. Should be a blast.
Cannot stop thinking about my estranged daughter this morning. How is she? Is she missing me too? Will she appreciate the Christmas gifts I bestow upon her when I see her in family court on the 15th of January? The date is looming nearer & I’m a tad nervous of the outcome. What if she really doesn’t want to see me anymore? I’ll die a death inside if so.
Ahhh, just had a blow off a dube. Smooths off those rough edges alright. Everyone’s buzzing here because we’re off to see Mrs Brown. I guess I should get a wee bit stoned before court proceedings in January for peace of mind. Just a wee bit!
Visited the Chelsea Drugstore last night for a naughty pre-dinner tequila cocktail. Not having a teetotal weekend, just taking it easy on the sauce for a change. The place was thronged with Christmas revellers & the bar was packed but my favourite barman was on the ball & spotted me so I was served up pronto. Always a pleasure to see him expertly whipping up a cocktail. He was asking me how my yoga was going & saying he’s gotta get in there. Next time, he’s getting my number. We can have a hotter than hot date in the yoga studio. Haaa.
I am distracting myself from thoughts of my daughter. Wonderful! That was easy. When I spend time alone she really gets inside my head. The joy of hanging out with her at the weekend…taking her wining & dining, hitting the shops, especially bookshops…oh how she loves reading & browsing through shelf after shelf of books in Dubray or Hodges Figgis or Easons. ‘Twas my nurture that sparked her phenomenal reading & writing abilities & her love of all that is artistic. Even her father concedes that. You were only a mother while Isabel was a baby & then you fucked off! He has said this to me more than once. My counsellor says I just have to park him. She is so right.
Well Saturday has rolled into Sunday, as it does. Yesterday got very merry indeed. Revisited the Chelsea Drugstore for more tequila cocktails. When Simon, the barman I’ve had my eye on, introduced himself I had to laugh like hell…I’ve had enough Simons for one lifetime, thankyou very much. From there onto another venue, Mulligan & Haile or something – formerly known as Sweeney’s – for gin cocktails with the sweetest Glendalough Rose gin. Next stop 37 Dawson Street for a couple of Margaritas. So very much for taking it easy on the sauce. Hic!
Ended up in Izakaya well pickled with Abbie, my partner in crime for the evening. We had planned to meet for a drink, not several. But hey, it’s Christmas! We hit the dancefloor straight away but too many cocktails got the better of Abbie & she soon bailed. Wasn’t long before I was dancing with a brand new partner in crime, lovely looking Lucas. What is it with these Italians? They’re everywhere! Back to his when the music stopped & lights went up for some serious shenanigans of a sexual nature. Cheeky motherfucker!
Lucas left me lying in his bed this afternoon. Pizza! Was the last thing he said to me. Alright! I was only ravenous after all the bedroom aerobics. I could smell the pizza in the oven but that’s as much of the pizza as I was getting. I wondered if he had baked the whole thing from scratch, it was taking so long. Italian conversation carried on loudly until suddenly the house went quiet & I realized I was alone. Curious & curiouser!
I’d had quite enough of lying about for one Sunday so I fleeced the fucking motherfucker! Took his watch, his Ray Bans & 2 sporty caps that are looking great on 2 of my nicest neighbours. The watch & Ray Bans are for yours’ truly. I felt like a billion bucks strolling home in the winter sunshine!
Faith In The Ripple Effect 