Dear Swagger and Tampa,
Thanks for interrupting Bailey's and my post-dinner-well-earned-after-the-completely-crazy-day-we-had drinks last night with your questions, your interest, you general amusing qualities. You certainly turned our random tripout of the rain and into the bar for a beer into a serious adventure, talk of tea-bagging and all.
I know it's because Bailey and I are so bad-ass :) (She is the B to my A, after all).
Most of all, thanks for a little attention when I was starting to wonder if people were looking straight through me to the other side, and for being the answer to my current need to meet and befriend everyone in the world.
I hope Swag's post-T-Box-having-been-drinking-for-at-least-12-hours-when-we-left-him-at-the-bar hangover is manageable and I hope Tampa succeeds in becoming a sports analyst someday.
Love,
me
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