6 years!

It started as any Sunday back in 2003. I woke up with a severe hangover and forced my roommate E out of bed and made us both a nice cocktail. Then we made some phone calls and met up with some other friends, C, A and B if I remember correctly, at Tottenham Court Road tube station and set off towards Kings Cross. At Kings Cross we followed to large flow of people migrating towards the big warehouse where The Church was held. We got in line, bought our drink tickets and after about 45 minutes made it inside. It was now about noon.

The floors were covered in saw dust and there were people everywhere. We got our three drinks each in our bags and found a nice spot to consume them and watch the entertainment consisting of some guy with a guitar and some strippers. After and hour or so we had finished all of our drinks and were not yet drunk enough but very much broke so we decided to try to score some free drinks off the groups of guys around us. The first 2 groups were failures. The third and last group was a failure too when it came to drinks but you were there so it didn't matter. Who would have thought that 6 years from that drunken Sunday at the church we would be here. Married for 4 and a half years, with the most perfect and beautiful baby boy almost 2 years old. Living in Montreal which I hadn't heard of before 2002.
Some people talk about fate and how it was meant to be and stuff. Most of the time I honestly think it's just random but sometimes, like in our case, it just seems meant to be. Cause what are the odds of a Swede and a French-Canadian meeting in London at a place he only went to once and I went twice? I don't know.
Anyway, 6 years and many memories later I still love you J.

This photo was snapped by J's friend D at the Church that fateful day!