letting NY go...
as i plummet into berlin decadence...(possibly the one capital in the civilized world where you can still smoke in bars) something in me still wants to wake in a wet black sweater with random mustard stains, which somehow stand for the infinite possibilities and tireless fun and utter unpredictability of this great city.
so randomly.
here is to z.
and the half day i spent with you, deciding what you would wear to a wedding. and the remaining half you spent silently clucking at my appaling behaviour at aformentioned nuptials. and here is to another day spent idling around the MOMA (Museum of Modern Art) arguing about our characters. and here is to the final day saying our sad goodbyes.
8 comments:
sounds like someone has a crush
errrrr...........no.
you twat
when you coming back anyway. uff.
Berlin is the only German city I've visited that I liked: all the rest were just way too clean.
Z is the key to ALL. She is the smartest, the most beautiful, the best friend anyone could ever have.
Flashback to wedding after party, in the loo, P and Z watching F "hurl".
Z to P: "Well here we all are again!"
By the way, the coat Z wore to my wedding I now wear proudly, in honor of both F and Z.
HI JUST REMEMBERED TO CHECK YOUR BLOG REMIND ME WHAT I WAS SPOSED TO BE LOOKING AT AGAIN. AND WARN ZIEGLER HER EARLOBE IS IN DANGER OF STRETCHING IF SHE KEEPS WEARING THOSE PAT BUTCHER EARINGS
btw, why are you made up like a Thai rent boy? and what are these rumour of titty bars with German ministers? eh, totty? eh?
leather chaps...........
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