Paddy’s Weekend is drawing quietly to a close. We have been absolutely spoilt with gloriously sunny weather. The highlight of my weekend was a trip to the funfair on George’s Quay at sunset on Paddy’s Day.
Once again I stand accused by Moon Man of infidelity. It’s not fair! On the night in question, Friday night, I went out with a friend, drank a bellyful of tequila & was home in bed by midnight to sleep through til morning. When I awoke & checked my phone, I had a barrage of messages from Moon Man. Angry messages. Very angry messages. He had convinced himself that I was off cheating on him all night, as if. It’s over, he insisted. I was distraught.
Another barrage of messages ensued all day Saturday, this time back & forth. All I could do was protest my innocence but he was having none of it. Bottom line, he cannot & will not trust me.
With a heavy heart, I fell asleep early that night. Sunday morning rolled around & time to muster up the gang for a once-off trip across town for worship in the National Stadium. Hallelujah! Our bus stop was right outside the good old Hotel St. George, home of my first night spent with Moon Man. The bus was coming in 13 minutes. I dived into the hotel & booked a double room for my birthday without further ado, in the hope that Moon Man would be joining me. It was a gamble but that’s me, I am a gambler.
So I forwarded him the booking & eagerly awaited his reply. Finally it arrived. No thanks. What? Ah, he was declining my invite to revisit the funfair. He says he’ll see me tomorrow. Whoop whoop. Today feels neverending! Party face!! Party face!!
Faith In The Ripple Effect 