18 august 2006

i went to dave and mendy's wedding on the 09th. two flights, a tube ride and then a train ride to plymouth and waited at the bus depot for another three hours and some fourteen hundred dollars later. you can't put a price on friendship. it was beautiful wedding at a naploeanic fort on the side of a cliff. I hung out with james and jenny most of the days and james's sister rachel. we stayed up late talking both nights. she was a social worker and lived in south london on the dodgey end. i drank coffee all night, the night of the wedding. rachel, james brown and jenny were just brilliant. smoking on the back steps with mendy's cousins from "WISCOSIN"... me the only one that laughed at my little joke... playing with her son. what is this??? the tiger claw.
sitting on couch with mendy... feeling so close to another person but at that same time realizing how far apart we really were... and that hug after it was all said and done from the two of them together. life is made up of all those small beautiful moments. i never want to forget that feeling; i never want to forget that memory. top five (number) four, show. staying with james and jenny, i realize why people travel because... someplaces at some times can feel more like home than home. in that moment you want to lose yourself. there will always be a place for you here. i would travel twice as far and spend all that i have... to be in that place to be with people i was sharing that moment. now i have twenty days consecutive days off and time to journal and drink and to do things.. and not to do them.
better men have met worse ends... but the race does not go to the fast nor the strong but time and chance when they intersect.