Wasted on The Way

27 Nov 2006

Why is that I've only just escaped...

...from a hangover that lasted THREE days? How old am I now?

This really isn't funny anymore. For those of you who had the pleasure to experience me after 10 hours of drinking on Friday, I'm sorry. I don't know why, I just am.

The bits of the day I do remember were wonderful though. It was better than one of these:

"Honey, I'm home."
"How was your day?"
"It was ok."

Workdays are so often the stuff of mediocrity, yet they take up the vast majority of our lives. It's no surprise then, that the exposure to moments of epiphany is rare, highs and lows move from mountains and valleys to mildly undulating plains of sameness.

I think it's important to shout out about one of those HIGH points when they come along so seldomly. I've known a lot of people in my life, and lost a lot of good friends along the way.
So, seeing one of my oldest few friends marry someone he is so clearly besotted with was one of the sweetest things I've ever seen. Nothing prepared me for seeing a proud father stroll beaming from the door at the top of the Castle barn's stairs, followed by his young daughter who was the picture of bridal perfection. The room just swelled with emotion.

So what if I sound unashamedly romantic, it really was fantastic. It was nice to just look around and take stock of some of the most important people I've known. Really enjoyed it. A bit too much. Some might say.