Nine of us sat down for dinner in Dublin on the Friday night.
Martin - the 'stag'(although after the weekend 'Bambi' would be a more apt description), two of his colleagues from the hotel in which he works, The Gills from Dublin, Judith, Colm and his current boyfriend Jason.
Judith, the Gills (Paul and Helen), Colm and I had been friends back when I was in Dublin.
Paul Gill is an Optician, Judith an administrator at the College of Surgeons.
Colm a Doctor.
Dublin was seven years ago.
A lifetime.
The meal itself was stunning, but you should not take my word for it as my memory of the evening has a lot of holes in it.
It's like a lump of Swiss cheese soaked in alcohol.
By the time we got to the Indian restaurant we had each slugged back;
3 Mojito's
3 Jagermeisters
Champagne
4 beers
2 vodka lemonade
And I know I out away 2 bottles of wine during the meal as I was the only person on white..
Halfway through the meal I turned to Colm;
''Why have you never told me to fuck off ?''
In the seven years we had foregone the passion of a doomed affair and forged quite a deep friendship.
He slugged back his glass of red wine before answering.
''Well,why have you never told me to fuck off?''
Point taken.
