Tomorrow will be a better day..
Today’s post has been brought to you by the words hung and over and the phrase “it was the final glass that did it”. I met up with the mate J last night, it was going to be a quiet one, she had a glee-a-thon to go to so we thought a couple of hours, a glass or 2 of wine and we’ll be sorted. 2 bottles of wine and 2 free glasses later we swayed home well under influence. As a result today is not one of my better days. I am thinking the highlight of the day will be a hot shower and an early night and tomorrow will be a gloriously hangover-free day. The brother has been driving me demented. And the sister K. Basically he’s already booked Mam’s anniversary mass. After last year’s debacle which involved the priest giving out about unmarried couples during his sermon and don’t get me started on the whole church and gays malarky, we decided that the whole mass thing is not for us anymore. We’re going to do our own thing. Whether it be dinner with our good mates, the framily or something by ourselves, its our choice. Mam was never a big mass goer anyways and its not like we’re going to forget the day. So he txts. I reply along the lines of we’re not going, we’re doing our own thing. Then he’s asking about his bday. In fairness it does suck that he shares his bday with Mam’s anniversary. This year he’s 30 so there was talk of a party, then no party, then a party. He was going on about his party so I told him we’d come down for it, even though I’d rather do his bday the previous day so we could mark Mam’s anniversary. Alas with his stroppy txts we’re better off attending his party. His knickers is already in a twist because the sister K is not coming home for it. She’s coming in June for the kid’s 21st. Which is a lot bigger deal then a 30th. In most people’s eyes except the brother who is obviously having some sort of emo day. I was saying to the sister K that the older he gets, the more needy he seems to be.
Thankfully the weather has calmed down a lot since I last posted. We’ve gone from snow to gales and sleet and now there’s talk of high temperatures. Next thing you know there will be a plague of locusts. Mark my words. The snow was fun while it lasted though. Dublin looks so peaceful under a few cms of the white stuff before it turns to slush and people keep falling over. I managed to avoid falling but there were some 10 pointers to be had. I wonder would people have found it amusing if they went belly up and when they stood up, you were holding up a
scorecard. Maybe its just me who would find it hilarious. I do have a strange sense of humour.
