From: Dom Borax
To: Stacey Marchenkova
Sent: Saturday, May 8th, 1999 4:49 AM
Subject: I am so sorry part 2
Lost track of time there – not sure what I wrote about but had a lie down and thought I might have indulged my free thinking. Anyway I wanted to say –
What was it…?
I think it was near the end of the night. The Band had taken a break and the room was a little sweaty. You'd had enough to drink.
You wanted a water.
And a Vodka and Tonic.
I came back with the drinks and you said;
"You always go to the bar for me." said Stacey.
"I know. I've been doing it for years." said Dom.
And then we pretended to be a really old couple.
I liked how you thought we should shake it up a little and sleep on different sides of the bed.
I think at one point I confessed to having an affair and you confessed to knowing.
I liked how we forgave each other and remembered our wedding.
I liked your choice of music – Easybeats and the reading you gave of some Liverpudlian poet – Roger someone.
I hoped you didn’t mind that I insisted on wearing a home made chain-mail-suit at the altar even though it was summer and I was already suffering back problems.
The reception was good from memory.
You admitted that your father was embarrassing (as always) trying to plant the flower girl in a rose-bed because he didn’t like the way she scattered petals. And if we were lucky, when the new season came, new and better flowers girls would grow there.
I thought that was funny.
I appreciated that you didn’t mind that my speech was delivered in beat poet style (read; no punctuation).
And even though I waxed lyrical about you in mixed metaphors you still clicked your fingers in appreciation.
I know we skipped talking about the wedding night and rightly so – but it was lovely when you seemed genuine that my sense of the romantic was never cloying.
What was my point…
I can’t remember but I have an awful feeling that I’m--
I’m going to bed now…
To sleep on your side, right?