September 7th, 1989

September 7th, 1989

Girls’ flat, Hampton Hill

I just got off the phone with David, but I’ll get to that in a minute!

Good day in class but I’m happy tomorrow is the last day of the course. Being in the same place all week is not my cup of tea.
Jon stopped by the flat tonight (as planned) and took Kimberly and I out for dinner, to a quaint, old pub in Windsor. Unfortunately, Kimberly wasn’t in one of her better moods and she complained nonstop about absolutely everything. When she went to the loo, Jon said, “I know you two are good mates, but she’s being a nightmare tonight.”

I couldn’t disagree with him but I did tell him that I don’t think Kimberly can help herself when she starts acting that way. Jon appeared happy when he dropped us off and I don’t think it had anything to do with the fact he was going rowing (something he seriously got into recently.)

Kimberly and I had been back for about an hour when David rang. I couldn’t believe it when I picked up the phone. Special thanks to my mum for giving him the phone number!

“I’m still packing but I wanted to catch you before you go to bed.”

Smiling, I said, “I hope you have a good flight.”

“Night flights aren’t my favourite but I had a late night so hopefully I’ll sleep.”

Trying not to come across as too intrusive, but dying to know why, I said, “I hope it was a fun night.”

“I stayed up way too late watching the MTV Video Music Awards.”

“How was it?” I asked, thinking how ironic life can be.

“It was awesome. Do you like The Cure?”

“I love them.”

“They performed and oh man, this weekend, I need to buy every piece of music they’ve ever made.”

“I can help you with that,” I laughed. “Was Madonna there?”

“Yeah, she opened the show with Like A Prayer and presented an award to George Michael.”

“Oh brilliant, George won. I like him.”

“I do too but Madonna was obnoxious. Not as bad as Andrew Dice Clay though. That guy has no talent.”

“I agree. Who else was there?”

He laughed. “I guess you like music.”

“Whatever gave you that impression?”

“Bon Jovi performed, as did Cher. Ah, let’s see. Paul Abdul…”

“She’s a great dancer.”

“She kinda is, yeah. Oh and Neil Young won for best video.”

“He did?”


“For what?”

David started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“The song title,” he said, still laughing. “I just realized the relevance of it.”

“I don’t know much Neil Young stuff. What’s the name of the song?”

He was still laughing when he said, “This Note’s For You.”


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