A love story. With pictures.
The most exciting stories are the ones you are in. (sorry, you're probably not in this one...)
When I was about 19 or so, I went to some gathering at a friends house.
I first saw Alice sitting on a couch between some friends. I thought she was very beautiful. The vision shines on my mind.
(Birkenstocks? What kind of love story begins with Birkenstocks!? I know, I know, but don't worry, it gets better.)
"... arent they the same as Richard Ashcroft's, you know on the cover of Urban Hymns?"
I said "nah, those are different ... similar though, moccasin toe..,"
and that was that. I congratulated myself on the really smooth death of a conversation.
I didnt see her for a year or so, except maybe fleetingly, swanning around with beautiful friends. Way out of my league.
Then she moved to a regional town, and so I never saw her.
End of story.
or is it?..
Years pass...other misadventures in Love ripped my heart open, like Homer Simpson walking through a shoji screen, and then back through it again. ( a perfect, unpoetic analogy)
Someone-or-other casually said to me "oh, Alice is moving to Sydney..."
The very sound of the name 'Alice' was (and still is) synonymous with knuckle-biting desire.
In spite of my willingness to do so, I never had too. She came back to Melbourne- and when I met up with her by chance (or conspiracy?) that very week at a dinner party- something clicked!
She invited me to a Ryan Adams concert, emphasising the 'R'.
I said "Oh, yeah... ( in my head YES!!) ...who's that?"
"well, he sings country, but it's good."
country? well, I reasoned that I liked Neil Young and Dylan's Self Portrait album, so I guessed I was half way to liking country?
hmm, just thinking about it, so it was Alice who asked me out first. huh.
I picked her up in my old car who I called Emily. (Emily was a '64 EH Holden wagon- not hotted up, totally stock, sweet as. Shucks, I'm tearing up just thinking about it.)
After that night we did a lot of cruising around in Emily, and general neglecting of all our friends. I dont have much to show for my time really- except that I know Ive spent a lot of it with Alice, which makes me happy.
Eventually I asked Alice to marry me and she said yes!
Soon enough little Esmé came along, then little Joseph, and we are well and truly The Neale Family.
That brings us up to today!
Happy 6th Anniversary, my beautiful Alice. In love with you!- David