I promise you I will learn from my mistakes...

i had a big, fat rufus quote for today's entry, out of respect for the wireless festival yesterday, but i just heard coldplay on the radio and i can't think of a more appropriate quote what's happened this week.

first, i must say that i have the greatest friends of all time here in london. so much drama caused by one seriously bad apple only proved how incredibly amazing the rest of the bunch is.

i'd had a feeling for a while that the wireless festival was going to be a small soap opera staring me, but i had no idea how the opera would play out. the eve of wireless, tuesday night, proved to be a nightmare of misunderstanding, miscommunication, and mistakes brought on by a shockingly-adolescent series of quasi-threatening text messages. at one point i couldn't help but marvel at the world we live in, what a wonderful technology text messages truly are... totally replaced the standard hate letter in the mail, or even the bitchy email that could potentially take days to be read. text messages: when you want your hatred to be conveyed instantly.

as i pub-hopped with helen and peej, the wine kept flowing and i grew increasingly unaware of the fact that i was being sucked into a world i didn't want to be a part of. i proved, once again, that i will always be my own worst enemy. jumping to conclusions and not taking people at their word.

it took a thunderstorm, a broken shoe, and a late-night phone call to wisconsin before i was able to see the complete and utter stupidity of the entire situation, and laugh at my own ability to over-react at all the wrong times. i mean, i really feel for people who are miserable, and i know that misery loves company, but bringing down other people for the sheer fun of it is just sad, and you need help.

anyway, paid the debt in blood, and washed my hands of the entire situation. got up wednesday, it was a beautiful day with just a trace of storm clouds. met up with the amazingly calm and rational michael in hyde park for some soul searching before we made our way over to the festival and partied all VIP-style. hehehe. james blunt was fantastic! can't wait til he tours in the states. keane and martha wainwright were great, as expected, but the star of the night was, of course, my boy rufus! :) love him. got to hear 'in my arms' with him and martha, great stuff. it rained off and on, during which michael and i would retire to the rain-free vip tent. hehehe.

went back to melrose for a late night meet up, where i was reassured and loved by the greatest group of friends you could ever have. tomasz and michael generously shared murphy with me in absence of brian.

will definitely have to think harder about people i chose to become close to, in the future. now it's time for damage control. so glad i had an amazing weekend, definitely helping me keep the faith!

~cfc

"Tears streaming down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears streaming down your face and I

Tears streaming down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face and I

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you"
~coldplay