star crossed lovers

After seeing Jesus on Wednesday, I stepped out into the light: the brightest, sunniest day. There's a little park across from the stunning Deco building of ASOS HQ ('Greater London House', what a name huh, it really is great), got lunch @ the Pret nearby, and had a picnic surrounded by a sea of stylish ASOS employees. On the stroke of 2:00 they migrated back into the Happy Place, leaving a sea of birds, and this guy. As I had nowhere to rush to, I stayed on, lost in a book.



When I looked up, he was gone, but instead, just a few feet from where he was, this girl had settled down. I didn't see either one's face, and perhaps they're not even single, but it got me thinking about how random life is. I mean, the party where I met Mr. Dot, on a weeknight after work in a Tribeca loft, I almost didn't go that night. I had other plans, with a bunch of French guys, and my friend Claudia, from Berlin: dinner at Indochine. A friend at work told me in the Ladies' Room about a party she didn't want to go to alone - someone else at work had invited her - and asked me to go for moral support. So I'm here, in London, as a result of doing a favour for a girl whose name I don't remember.



Shortly after, in Regent's Park, I ran past these two, on the way to the Ladies Room. And that, my friends, is the end of this story. Everyone lived happily ever after.

Posting this in my sleep (Mr. Dot woke me @ 6:30, I'm also pre-posting for later) and then we're off to the Hay Literary Festival! It's free by the way: you just pay for the events you go to (about £5-£8, some are free): it's not like music festivals which are daunting. Check the schedule here: you can pre book events online. And there's lots of parking. So if you've got a car and are within driving distance of the Welsh border, it's worth popping over: it's positively magic.