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In January my best friend in the whole universe is marrying the man of our dreams. Truly he is ideal for most women. Devastatingly good looking, romantic, complex and thankfully for Sarah...stubborn, don't roll your eyes girls you know we all love that. Theirs is truly a tale of opposites attract with a dynamic that is totally addictive. Like Sex in the City or something like that. Everyone wants a story like this one, young beautiful blonde meets even younger dark eyed prince at a crowded ball…or in Sarah’s case at a crowded bar. As young girls we even dream them to speak with that royal accent and for Sarah this is just how it has gone. It’s the greatest story, one that for me…seems worth a chronicle. I’m a writer at heart. I love to dream and I dream to love. (No snide remarks from the peanut gallery) I know what you’re thinking and if I had my own tale of love I’d write about that but much like you all and you’re ipods I am a pirate as well. Arrrrrgh. And I am going to steal the details of this romance for the collective benefit of others. After all the “Sarah and Daz Tri-cycle” wouldn’t be complete with out me, the eccentric third wheel. It’s a delicate balance but the dynamic is good and adorable Daz tolerates the codependence quite well. So much so, I am packing my life and moving with them into their first flat in England. You see Daz is a freak for travel. My sweet Sarah, is a sucker for adventure (I have stories I could tell you) This traveling adventuresome duo WAS about to leave me in the dust...but I to, am somewhat adventurous. When my dreams of Sarah and I raising babies next door to one another, taking aerobics and growing old together started to grow dim I thought...this is totally unacceptable. So yeah, that is what is on the books. The plan is a lose one but seems Daz will be leaving us in a few weeks to return to England and look for work. News from the weekend has determined that we will settle in Leicester (sp) rather than Leeds. This past Saturday Daz purchased a car so he can shuttle around his two little Yankee doodle dandies. Our tenative arrival date is set for mid September. If I had my way we'd be there yesterday but such is life and so I wait. What?! Jessica Simpson had a personal assistant? Tacky maybe but from may stand point it is an opportunity I cannot pass up. I will share this most trying time with my best friend. We will drive ass-backward cars, attempt to find work in a brutal country and live off of nothing but Stella and our good looks. Oh hang on everyone; this will be an adventure alright. Sarah and I have totally traded places from our youth…she the settled pre-marital one…I, the one off her leash! A documentary within a documentary if you will? Stay tuned.