I waited up for you last night at the party. Wish you would have made it. Everybody was there. Paul was messing around with orbs again, silly Canadian. Sig’s skinny tie and jacket trim were spot on. Mossback, Val, and Ryan were dancing up a storm. Matt debated, “Tie or no tie?” all night. Mariana was getting spicy gangster with her flat-brim Jets hat. Goodie was in the back, holding down the indie-rock holiday. France got Irish. Andrea got motor-boated. There was this fire-dancing chick with sick abs—you totally would have hit on her and probably got her number. They had these performers hanging from the ceiling that were spinning around doing Cirque-du-Soleil-type stuff. I hung in as long as I could, but it just wasn’t the same without you. Didn’t want to have too much fun, yah know?
Missed you last night. Wish you had made it out.
Call me when you wake up………
