I had my thoughts on my mother, until ... until I remembered tonight. We almost went out on date tonight. An almost-date. With champagne and candles and big promises. We even saw a shooting star together and I told her I'd bring it back!

[he's rambling, mostly because he's recalling the memory at the same time. It's fond one, well, one of the more fonder ones of Victoria. ]

Do you blame me for not thinking of her? It was fresh on my mind.