on target (08.12.06 - 09.12.06)

last weekend target and belinda were bound in holy matrimony. it was a really happy occasion. the weather was great and the setting beautiful. the gods must have been smiling that day because the sky was as blue, and the grass as green, and the air as crisp, as i had ever seen it. bee sure did look beautiful in her emerald green dress and target radiant in his open collared bohemian 60's silk shirt. i hope they have a long and happy life together.

but enough of the pleasantries - what about the bulls party??? although it was on the friday night before the wedding, we sure did have a good time. we went to the roadhouse in covent garden. we drank beer. we smoked authentic cuban cigars (courtesy of buffy's recent trip to cuba). we talked about the good old days when we were single (for most of the guys - a few years ago; for me - a living reality). we danced. we talked to mr t: sucker fool. we missed pedro biggs. hobson counted rounds. bruce got left behind after foolishly stopping for a kebab - a schoolboy error. we celebrated target's last night of freedom. you may take our lives... but you may never take our freedom!!!

anyway... that's all i can say. what happens on the bulls, stays on the bulls. that's the way it's always been. that's the way it always will be. not that much else happened though... so there's not much else to say... except that that is the rule... so i thought i'd just state it here... not because there is anything i'm trying to hide... but because it is the rule... honestly.