May 03, 2009 23:53
I wrote my friend the following letter:
Dear R---,
Really I quite enjoy writing letters. How are you? I hope
everything is going delightfully. There isn't much I have not
already told you, but I have this paper left, and as it is
darling I am determined that you should receive it.
Events last night were lovely: although a tad
vexing. We invited Pietro from Torngat out, but, surprise,
events conspired against us and he couldn't come.
really, in actuality, this should have been expected, but
you know your friend (me), and there was disappointment.
This might be pride speaking, but I think he did want to
exit and flee those terrifying club kids. I
now have a prejudice against clubbing outside
the best indie crowds. The sheer volume of
hoochie outfits was terrifying. I was
worried that it would scar me forever.
obviously that type of scene is not
really right. After the hipster indie kids were somewhat
driven out, the club kids entered. Wrong type of scandalous.
Yours, Rabbit
P.S. This letter has a secret.