Sunday night was upon us & I was out & about in Mema’s on Parnell Street with Sugar Daddy, one of my bestie neighbours. The Man Who Can with the ever so deep pockets for the cocktails on a Sunday night…we got the party started with a couple of Pornstar Martinis & some seriously garlicky pizza to keep the vampires at bay.
I was telling Sugar Daddy tales of Moon Man & so I sent him a link to The Dark Side Of The Moon, an exposé in a previous blog post of Moon Man’s online activity involving me. As he read, Sugar Daddy chuckled. “Sending nudes, ha ha!” For I was guilty of sending nudes…in fact, I had no idea this was against the program. Moon Man was up to speed on my online adventures, innocent as they were. The question was, should I send Moon Man a link to The Dark Side Of The Moon or not? I was thinking not but Sugar Daddy was advising otherwise.
A Long Island Iced Tea went down a treat followed by a Zombie & then a Margarita. That was not to be all. Suddenly, a message landed from Moon Man, inviting me to join him for a drink. What the fuck? Now that was unexpected. But not unwelcome…indeed I was as surprised as I was delighted.
In the end, Moon Man joined us in Mema’s where we got a last round before closing time. Then on to Ned Kelly’s on O’Connell Street for some pretty damn serious pool playing. Moon Man vs. Yours Truly. One of us played as poorly as the other as usual, each of us winning a game, with not enough time to finish a third. We had to call it a draw. Closing time, bah.
Time to go home…6 cocktails & 2 & a half games of pool later. Let him walk us home, I prayed, eager to spend more time in Moon Man’s company. Walk us home he did & accepted my offer of tea, happy daze & happy nights. So tea was served out the front as always, since there are strictly no visitors permitted in my room ever.
There were strictly no kisses permitted by Moon Man last night before, during & after he had downed his tea. I managed to kiss him all over his face anyway & we had some supersweet hugs. His embrace felt so good!
He is coming again tonight after work…in the next hour. It’s a beautiful night, we’ll sit out the front on Granby Row & we are gonna get baked. Got a gift of some good shit. Hopefully, hopefully, hopefully I can steal some kisses later……
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