two kids from west virginia manuvering through manhattan, one driving and the other directing. a perfect team.

home so that we could all watch and listen.

"this is on a new album that's coming out in.... twelve days. twelve, because i'm getting married in thirteen."

shouts and whistles from here and there in the crowd. thirteen days. two summers ago we snuck around to spare others' feelings, hung out in places that no one went, watched bands from out of view, i'd wait in the car while he'd run inside. suspicious family members that i could not lie to.

"he's just a friend."

"that's all you need", and a knowing smirk from my uncle.

and he's right. in thirteen days, i am going to marry the best friend that i have ever had. no one is this lucky.

[ decemberists ]