Wedding ahoy!

Thursday 12:26 p.m.
I meditated till nearly ten o clock last night. Sometimes during the day it was a bit of a hard slog, but the meditations after eight at night were right on the money. It's hard to remember what your meditations are like; suffice to say that the one I've just finished has put me in a great mood for the cavortings and shennanigans which will begin to enfold, as of this early evening when the cowboys from the Wild West will be arriving to stay for the wedding tomorrow.

Weddings should surely bear more erotic contextualising than funerals or memorial services! I wouldn't be surprised if Eric From Eindhoven and Dexie's Midnight Runners made an appearance. Of course, when there is no bevvying, the most interesting joe in any company is bound to me moi, since the rest will be entirely composed of the UnFortunateOneS, the too dumb to meditate.

There's bound to be lots of young women tottering around in high heels and half falling out of their dresses. I'm too fat now to fit into my suit, but will have a card with the golden rules written on it in the top pocket of my sports jacket, in case any young women totter over to speak with me.

What are the golden rules, Hotboy? Well, Jack, here they are:
1)Don't mention plunging necklines.
2)The name Monica Lewinsky must not be entered into the conversation.
3)Talk of kamamudras is a definite no no!
4)Nobody's interested in how long you've been monogamous for!

And on Monday I will be at the Samye Ling! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!

I've had an early lunch so I can sit in the lobby all afternoon. What a fortunate, fortunate creature I am! What a fortunate creature I am!

5:05 p.m.
What a fantastic afternoon I've had, just sitting in the lobby! Just had a phone call from my deep dear friends who will be here in five or ten minutes.

The reason why this afternoon has been so, so good is partly due to overcoming the nicotine withdrawals, and being good, or better anyway.

It's as if the little tendrils go forth and explore further, then pull back for a while. They will be yanked back over the next couple of evenings, but at the end of the day there is always progress.

The first thing that someone is going to do as soon as they sit down is roll a joint. Hmmmm? What should you do, Hotboy? Just say no, Jack. I should just say no. Say yes to everything else, but no to that! There is something really evil about tobacco, so there is!