in the autumn of sydney my buddy ben decided he would be married. not to me.
the girl he wanted was in europe. we did not know where.
we tracked her down. we bought tickets.
within twelve days we were on a plane. flying.
ben surprised the girl underneath the eiffel tower. in the spring of paris.
casual french observers offered them champagne. in a glass.
and so yes, i have been to paris. i went for love. not mine. the love of my friend's.
(she said yes)
