I started out the night with a few cocktails you see. I meant no harm, to no one, not even me. I saw a pretty girl and began to talk her up. I thought with my four leaf clover I might have a little luck. Well with my Irish charm and boyish face, it wasn't long until I was invited back to her place. From there it gets kind of blurry, but there is one thing for sure, I won't be celebrating like that anymore. The rest of the night disappeared and turned into mid-day. I rolled over to see where I was at, and the lass that had decided to stay. I stumbled out of bed and pulled the curtains open wide. I found a desert oasis was on the other side. I washed my face in the sink, and tried to get awake. I wondered how much liquor I really had to drink? I made it back to try and find my clothes, when the pretty lass woke up and ask where I was  going to go? I said I am not sure what the situation is, but I had a really good time and perhaps we can do it again some night. She just smiled at me and said we can do this all the time, for now I am not a stranger, but we are husband and wife. She showed me the shiny new ring and the wedding license signed by both of us I think. So now I am a sorry sod, working my fingers to the bone. To support a wife and soon to be child, in this apartment I call a home. So the next time you want to party and take a pretty lass home. Remember not to drink too much or to kiss the blarney stone.