Letter to friends, January 7, 2009

In response to plans for Valentine's Day, with friends:

"you've all indicated you'd like to go" I don't seem to remember saying anything. In fact, I just checked my Sent Items in email, and I can't find anything. Now I know, today was a rather stressful day, and I could very well be losing my mind, but just because I have a hotel in my foot doesn't make me an oogily-boogily-moogily.

Col does speak for me quite often, however, since we are not yet wedded, she cannot 'officially' speak for me (back me up on this Phil). Unless I can throw my voice, I didn't say anything, so stop laughing at me, flying avocado!

February 14th is indeed a special day, not by any means special because Madison Avenue has made it special. Special only because it is the day that Col and I officially 'hooked up.' Not in the sleazy way that all of you are smiling and nodding your head at, with Barry White grooving in your mind, but the date we officially celebrate as when we became an 'item.' We transformed from 'Nicole and Tom,' to simply 'Tom.'

Seriously, why couldn't you have sent out this message yesterday, because I'm trying to find a way to insert my three favorite Roberto quotes in here, and since it's Wednesday today, I can't say, 'Wait a minute, you're not made of Tuesday!' Wait... I just did find a way. I am that great. Find the three quotes, and we can play musical chairs, just so I can yell, 'CHANGE PLACES!'


Okay, so today was a rather harsh day, and Jen (and Col) can attest that when I have bad days, I ramble incoherently for pages and pages, mostly of funny gibberish. If you haven't found any of my sarcastic wit written above as humorous (which was a NY resolution, by the way), then you will be ridiculed to the highest level when I find a spare moment.

I think dinner is in order beforehand. Col and I will need a babysitter for the night... Trish and Drew, are you available? But yes, dinner. And being St. Valentine's Day, places will probably be packed, so we should go early to eat. And then what would SVD day be without a giant love-in afterward (Jen, can we use your house for that?). You can't spell SVD without the VD. Seriously, I should be on that stage (insert vision of Peter Griffin at the comedy club).

Okay, I'm serious, I'm going to stop now. Hope this brought a little love and light into an otherwise boring day. At least you can say, 'So I read something interesting today... and I think my friend is really going insane.'

Have a glorious evening everyone.

- Tom.