We had a great day at our friend Susie's marriage to JP.
Being the responsible person that I am, I stayed in my friend Fiona's place last night.
I didn't leave any rings behind me this time!
The next day I took a taxi from town back to the hotel to pick up my car. I wasn't in the mood for chatting so I was hoping I'd get a silent cabbie.
No such luck.
He started off by commenting on the unusually fine weather we are experiencing at the moment.
Great. An optimist.
He then went on to comment on another bit of good news. It seems that this little old country of ours is getting out of recession. It seems that on the international market, while we may not yet be in "the positive" we are "less negative "than we used to be.
And this is good because......?
By this stage he was in his stride and waxed lyrical about the reasons why the Celtic Tiger went bust.
"The Irish could cope with the Famine, but we couldn't cope with the feast."
By this time I was intrigued and wanted to know his opinion on our politicians and what should become of them.
He said that he had watched the interview that ex-Taoiseach Brian Cowen had given, in which he did not admit to any misdemeanours but that he "had merely taken his eye off the ball". There was nothing he could be arrested for.
"Apart from being a gobshite," I proposed "but if one could be arrested for that, the prisons of Ireland would be bursting at the seams."
By this time we had arrived at the hotel and Roxy was sitting in the carpark waiting for me.
"Oh feck, I forgot to put on the meter I was so busy talking," he said. "Listen. It's the best chat I had in ages. It's on the house."
I skipped back to the car. Maybe this country will recover afterall.