A new man on the scene

I suppose it was only a matter of time. The kid has been single since, * counts *, oh 2 weeks perhaps? As far as we're aware she's been single,personally I don't think she's been single since she was 12 but that's a different story. My Friday off got off to a great start when Mammy2 casually mentioned that she said it was okay if the mate M could stay over. Actually, the Friday morning did get off to a great start with Mammy2 'working from home' so lots of quality time. But when she mentioned M, whom I had only heard of in the context of the blue haired friend and Cavan, I was of course on high alert. We have a rule, it might seem like a strange one to you, but then again I am strange. Basically, she can't bring random punters home. Especailly not random punters who are potential if not already boyf. Did she think we were born yesterday? For feck sake.

A lovely txt messaging conversation between herself and Mammy2 ensued with Mammy2 telling her that whilst she had said yes, she did say she had to check with me and I had said no. Considering I was still fuming over how crafty the fecker was about approaching Mammy2 and not me, she was lucky No was the only thing I was saying. Eventually the conversation ended with "But you said.." Very mature. I said to leave it, we would have a family meeting and discuss it. I had the beginnings of a headache.

I was so glad of having Friday off, the week had been mental with workload and workshops and lots of work. The sister had ordered me not to do any work on the Friday else she might throw a welly at me. Its a titch thing, don't ask. Mammy2 got called into work because her work people are assholes and like to make her feel like shit. I pottered around for a while, did nothing and then played on the PC. There was a bit of work but I talked the sister K out of throwing the welly at me. Before the kid arrived home, she txted me asking me not to forget to get Friday munchies. She didn't know I was off work. And also obviously didn't know I had spoken to Mammy2 has her next txt was

"Oh yeah, yis have to meet M tomorrow for coffee or I'll bate ya" or something to that affect. No mention of this mornings war of words. I replied that we would need to 'talk about the whole M thing'. She came back with he just wants to meet ye, nothing else. So we had avoided the staying over issue. For now. It is of course going to crop up again. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

I had arrange with the mate J to go to Kiss that night, its been a while since I was at a lesbian only night. There was meant to be a gang of us heading out, but the various others were recovering from a rugby weekend in Rome so it was up to me and J to keep the flag flying. We met in GUBU beforehand and reminisced about the place. Its closing and being replaced by Cafe Bar Deli. Its really sad as its a really nice gay bar. So now we have The Dragon, The George and the Front Lounge which technically isn't a gay bar though they do court the gay crowd. Onto to Kiss and my lord are there a lot of lovely ladies out there. Myself and J got ourselves a seat mid-way between the 2 bars and sat like 2 old biddies nattering about everyone and everything. We bumped into the sister in law and her gang of friends. One of them used to be a really good mate of mine but issues arose and we drifted. Its sad, she's a really nice girl.

At the end of the night, it was the usual argument of trying to get J to get a taxi and her insisting on me getting one or walking with me some of the way home. Considering we were both quite tiddly this conversation continued down Dame Street much to the amusment of passers by.

Saturday morning I am awoken at 7.30 to lace up a corset. I felt like I was in Jane Austen novel. The kid was heading to meet M. At 8 o'clock. It must be love. I managed to lace it up but I don't know how she's breathing. I checked her face for signs of blueness but none. She had that skirt that would be heart crossways in most parents, those tights that look freezing and those boots that I'm not a fan of. She asked how she looked. I answered fabulous. Hey, we're parents, we're allowed the odd white lie ;)

Mammy2 was meeting her family for their alternative mother's day. Dno't get me started on that one. We prepared ourselves for coffee with the kid and the new moth as she so affectionately calls him. As we were walking towards the coffee shop, I could just about make them out. Mainly because of her and her mad red hair. First impressions, he looked very scruffy. That might be a look he has going on for her. I'm not sure. He looked like he could do with a good wash as well. But I decided to play nice. The kid gave the eyes the odd time to indicate no embaressing questions. As if I would. There was polite chit chat, the kid going on about how long we're together and how great we are. We sat there and listened to it . Its rare she goes on about us in a positive sense, we wanted it to last. I asked how come he was living in Cavan. Before I got to the 'do you own any land' question, I could feel the kid's eyes setting fire to my hair to I decided to leave that for the moment.

I left them to have a wander around the city. Mammy2 headed off to hang with her family. I bought the paper, had a sit and a read until the screaming babies in the IFI made me leave. I don't mind the odd whinge but a constant wah goes through your head. I pottered around some more, Dublin is glorious in the sunshine. I stood for a while in the sun, whilst having a txt conversation with the mate J. She was beating herself up over a wee misunderstanding we had the previous night. As I finished txting her, I bumped into her. Dublin is so small at times. She has heading to some CD workshop thingy and I was heading to get some hangover stodge. I told her when she was finished to join me, as I was going to catch the Ireland game. She's as big a fan of soccer as she is of rugby, actually no I reckon soccer sits well below the ruggers. I pottered some more, found somewhere quiet that was showing the match and had some lunch.

There was a time, when you wouldn't get into any pub when an Ireland qualifying game was on. I'm not sure what's happened with the team but we've been really bad lately. I suppose I should know more about it, but soccer has been surpassed by rugby lately and the GAA. Its hard to follow all those sports, I've never leave the telly if this was the case. We won at any rate and the game was followed by a Leinster match, which pleased Mammy2 no end. She dropped in after her family bonding session.

Because there was more soccer, they were only showing some of the rugby so we headed home and caught the rest of the game. I was wrecked and by the time 8 o'clock came I was ready for bed. Hardcode, of a Saturday night.