ext_8610 ([identity profile] rivier.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] disbelief11 2005-02-04 10:30 am (UTC)

I can remember perfectly clearly the day we actually met: from being at the airport and worrying that I wouldn't know you but then there was no doubt and we HUGGED OMG! and then in the cab, and how NYC looked seeing it from the inside and not on a screen. And then us two sitting in the hotel bar at three in the afternoon, and the sun was shining and all the food tasted great, and then we had the first of the Cosmopolitans...

I remember you putting up serenely with me being as sick as a dog and as hungover as a dead dog the next day. I remember us in the underground and going to Ground Zero in the rain... and a host of other things, all the things we saw, I see you like a wall full of Polaroids with little sound bubbles for each, and how your voice sounded, and especially us having that last meal alone together on Saturday night in the posh restaurant. And it was all so good and the only thing I'd change is that I'd have liked the hangover to be a couple of hundred per cent smaller.

You and New York are inextricable in my head and it was, oh, just a wonderful time for me.

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