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So, I was walking by that spot again today, & I realized the fight I was talking about didn't take place in front of the Time-Life Building at all, but actually the building on the next corner. It dawned on me as I was walking past, & it makes more sense because the fountain in from of the TLB is not the kind of scenery anyone would want to be photographed against, let alone a pair of newlyweds.
As soon as I realized I'd been wrong, I was annoyed because I didn't want to bother updating my blog about it, but I knew I had to, because I am freakishly anal-retentive when it comes to recording details accurately, which is unfortunate because my memory is quite poor.
Not to be all "meta" & blog about blogging, but for me that's one of the great things about blogging (or keeping a journal of any kind): if I don't write things down, eventually, I'll probably forget them. I barely remember what I did last nite, which was to drink a bottle of Delirium Tremens at home with Sara, then meet the Little Tyke out for a couple games of pool, more drinks, and a mind-blowing joint that came from, like the Little Tyke, San Francisco. By the time I got home I sort of fell into the old bed & didn't wash off any of my makeup. I do this about once every two weeks, with no adverse effects, other than that I feel guilty as hell about it when I wake up. But this morning when I went to the mirror I had FOUR zits on my face.
I concluded adolescence must be rubbing off on me.