Sare and I set up a wedding on the weekend that ended up looking pretty amazing. No thanks to me who complained the whole time that i didn’t have a funnel that was absolutely necessary to fill up the bottles and went on to spill water over the whole hall. It looked like a waterpark by the time I was done with it. I asked this guy in the beanie if he wanted to take over from me and be an apprentice florist for the day, he said he’d do it for carton of marlboro reds and a loaf of bread. The milkbar only had ultra lights, which he said were ‘fresher than air’ so i grumpily went back to work.
I ended up in an argument with this speed head jockey. I told him i was doing an expose for Time magazine and that i thought it was wrong for him to jack horses up on amphetamines and that he should look out for a cover story.