Last night I was on the top level of a double decker bus winding through Angel when I spied the flower shop owned by my old friend David (yeah, if you know London, the florist under the statue) and realized we haven’t talked in awhile.
I texted to ask what he is up to and the reply was Darling, I’m in Madrid – would love to see you when I get back!
My answer read in part I’m jetting off to Berlin and then to the states for the summer…
Then I was startled, once again, to find myself in this country writing sentences like that. The oddity was of course underscored by the fact that David and I are from the same faraway heinous hometown.
Who knew we’d even make it out alive, let alone be friends twenty-four years after first meeting? Life is strange. Anyway, more about the wedding reception later – it was of course fantastically fun! Lots of friends old and new, including a chance to gossip with Iain:
