The Last Bottle of New Zealand Wine.christmassongz

This morning was the most beautiful, perfect morning I’ve had since I’ve been in London.  It finally feels brisk and there was not a cloud in the sky by the time I reached Holborn Station.  When you can see your breath against the wild blue yonder and listen to your favorite song at the same time, there’s an indescribable joy that wells inside of you.

Before I tell you about my thrilling evening on the bus, how bomb is Faith Hill when she sings “Where Are You Christmas?”!  Also: Trans-Siberian Orchestra doing Christmas/Sarajevo 12/24?  Done.  I am so ready for Christmas music.  Check out the Glee Version of Baby It’s Cold Outside.  Wam, Bam, Thank You Mam!  (Isn’t it odd that I heard this phrase for the first time from my old pastor, John Dainsberg?  Oh life, you have a silly way of pointing out semi-ironic hilarity!) 

So tonight I was riding the 19 back from Senate House Library (sitting on the upper level at the very front, of course) and I saw something rather shocking.  I watched a taxi cab collide with a motor cyclist.  Now, before I go on, I just want to say that vehicular accidents are always going to be frightening, regardless of injury or severity.  Seriously, they’re freaking crazy!  Anyway, there’s a ton of commotion from where I am sitting.  I had just put my bookmark into my novel—currently reading The Book Thief—and there, just out of the window, I watch a taxi cab clip a yellow motor cycle.  When the guy’s helmet hits the ground, I can hear it. 

Oofta.

Still, the dude gets up and he is PISSED!  And why shouldn’t he be?  Some incompetent driver just warped the shit out of his bike.  It was busted up, broken down—truth be told, it was quite the pose.  The man is up and crazy and running around like mad, shouting and screaming and banging on the taxi windows.  Then the taxi driver panicked, or just had a moment of severe misjudgment.  He sped off.  Sped off like a lunatic.  I immediately felt guilty that I didn’t write down the license plate.  I know that it was EU something…Ugh.  Well, the guy on the bike was fine too, or at least seemed to be, because he also took off like a crazy person, tearing after the taxi.  It was quite the scene.

I am reflecting on London, now.  Looking out our window and into the heart of Chelsea.  It’s beautiful, really; I will certainly miss this view. 

Four Weeks. 

That’s it.  When you write it down, it’s like a little piece of you flakes off and flutters down to the ground.  I think I can even see this one.  It’s wet and salty and now it’s on my desk.  It’s also telling me that drinking wine alone tonight was a choice.  But it is tasty New Zealand Wine—the last bottle!—and that brings back some good memories from this experience and makes the singular, pitiful sniffle worth it.

We made a lot of progress in Playwriting today, and that was an excellent way to start this Tuesday off.  Our piece is about social media creating an individual and giving that individual meaning.  I think it’s going to be entirely awesome.

I really should do some school work.  But I’m not going to.  Instead, I will finish this glass of wine, have another, continue to read my beautiful book, and listen to some Snow Patrol and OneRepublic.  Then, before I fall asleep, I will play some Dragon Quest IX.  It has been and will continue to be a great, great night.