Somehow, I miss Q. I heard Toad the Wet Sprocket's All I Want on TV last night, and it was so startlingly familiar that I started to think about where I'd heard it before. Then I remembered. 2003. Working on Pulse together. All the times we went to work in Reuben, listening to this song. Then, Melbourne, 2005. Jumping over the waves at St. Kilda, going to the Crown and you feeling sadder than I did about saying goodbye to Caroline, having a bitchfest on the road and stopping at a gas station in Hobart to buy all this chocolate (and some fruit to ease the guilt), spending an entire afternoon sniffing perfumes in David Jones, waving at the construction workers on the other side of the Maze, going to Dootown, running to Macs at 2am in the cold to look for food... I don't think I ever said thank you. Because you made even the most mundane of those days special and memorable, and the very best of those days part of an epic that I can't ever bear to let go of. So thank you very, very much.

posted by beautiful at 9:05 am