G guilted me into rallying for the wedding tonight and I did – the original intention was to go to this wedding and troll for younger men (not my favorite pass-time) but I went in spirit and the wedding was at the Museum of Modern Art and it was lovely and eventually towards the end G was finding her groove when D appeared at my side and stayed there through the Ritz and Jeremy Davenport and I realized as I was looking into the eyes of this young, very young man in the wee hours of the morning that I might be buying what he was (s)telling me – that learning isn’t cumulative and that sometimes he – at his tender age – might be in the same place that I at my not so tender age happens to be – and I wondered why G, who had dragged me out for this endeavor to begin with was sitting next to me totally engaged with the boy’s father.
But when D got up to get something and P went to the bathroom, leaving G and I alone for a few moments on the sofa at the Ritz – we were listening to Jeremy Davenport – and I turned to her and said Davenport was putting me in mind of another man, and she said, her too. We sat listening to him sing in silence till the men came back.
It is twelfth night and do you know where your thoughts are?