Riding On Rainbows

May Day, May Day…

Alarmingly good form is upon me! If I wasn’t so busy enjoying myself within the confines of my room, our glorious garden & the surroundings within a 2km radius, I’d be up to no good for sure. But I am surrounded by friends in need & friends with weed these locked down days & together we are riding the wave of the Corona Virus. Nothing negative about me these days but this week’s negative test result. Whoopee, I am virus free!

That was May, this is June. I haven’t published a single blog entry since March due to the closure of our PC station & the failing of my not-so-trusty MacBook to compute when I attempted to save a lengthy & luscious last draft I had poured my heart & soul into. So be it, I relented & decided to blog no more until the Covid 19 restrictions were lifted yesterday, finally allowing us access to our PCs in the pool room.

Several of our residents contracted the virus during the time passed, 2 of whom didn’t make it. Rest in peace, Paddy & Mary. I really miss meeting Paddy everyday as he tended to his beloved cats in our garden. At the ripe old age of 97, Paddy was our very oldest resident by a long shot.

These past 4 months have seen me through 3 confounded psychiatric admissions, no less…10 days in March, 24 hours in April & then 5 weeks in May through to June, God help me. On the occasion of each admission, I was absolutely bubbling over with pent-up energy & enthusiasm. All the more bubbly for consuming copious quantities of caffeine & cannabis. And deemed fit by those in authority over me to be committed under Section 12 of The Mental Health Act. Goddamned mania.

June disappeared & July breezed in during one hell of a haze of drunkenness & debauchery. Hell yes, I slipped all the way down the slippery slope last week. Uh oh! All because I became reacquainted online with some young guy I befriended during one of my oh so very many hospital admissions. He invited me over to his place & throwing caution to the wind, as I so very often do, I readily accepted his invite.

Our first night together was beautiful, as he put it the following day. As good as it gets, as it happened. Just the two of us, riding on rainbows. He couldn’t wait to ask me around the very next night, this time to join him with friends for food & drinks. A delicious selection of roast meat was served & the Heineken was flowing straight down the hatch without a scratch.

The next thing I knew, I was being aroused from a drunken slumber by a naked someone trying to seduce me. It wasn’t my new lover, it was his best mate, pissed out of his head at that. I angrily put the cheeky motherfucker in his place & packed myself off to sleep in another bed, leaving him to it but he came at me again, still trying it on. Fat chance! He fucked off to sleep on the couch at last. In the morning, all sobered up, he was suitably mortified, swearing blindly that he’d never drink again.

It was my turn to disgrace myself on my third date with my new man. First stop, drinks at his place. Vodka for him & spiced rum for me, yum! All very well & tasty but dangerous territory for me. By the time we ventured forth into the night & found ourselves in O’Reilly’s on Tara Street, I was pissed as a fart. I have no recollection of washing down ecstasy with wine, nor or the after-party, nor of throwing up all over my dress but all of those things happened. Fucking disgraceful!

We spent the next day together hanging in there like a pair of space cadets. I polished off litre after litre of mineral water while he hit the spiced rum hard. Then we hit the ganja. The remainder of the day descended into chaos & confusion.

Clarity is calling. Clearly this guy is a raging alcoholic & best avoided. Yet I couldn’t resist a bootie call from him the following weekend. Nothing special, our last hurrah. I won’t miss him.

How I miss going dancing. Dressing up, stepping out, hitting the tiles, meeting the world & its mother, sleeping with the world & its brother, the thrills & the spills, the high jinx. Not to be for the foreseeable future with this Goddamned Covid virus at large.