There are several quintessential moments in a man's life.
Kirby Kaeger ain't wrong about that.
So I find myself sitting outside a pub at Liverpool St. It's a cold crisp Tuesday evening, about 6pm and as dark as midnight.
Martin, sits opposite, taking a drag on his cigarrette.
''So your definately comeing over for the wedding?'' he asks.
''Of course'' I reply.
Hell, I wouldn't miss it for the world.
Mart in will be marrying Daniella next year in Serbia, where she is from.
Martin and I have been friends for over ten years.
We grew up in the company together, heck, we've thrown up in the company together.
Our reputations of being two of the hardest drinkers has always preceeded us, and with god reason.
''Well....how about being my best man ?'' he says.
''Fuck yeah'' I reply.
Not the most eloquent of responses, but it is received in spirit in which it is offered.
Best man.
I am already shitting myself about the speech.
22/11/07 @ 15:34