My excuses for not blogging are two-fold: 1) I've been busy at work, and 2) I don't have Internet at home. In the spirit of blogging without actually having to write, however, I'll let Anne's friend Brad's email serve as a recap of TX/OU weekend (with a few content edits by me so he doesn't get in trouble). XOXO
Doak Clan & Juli (whose email I don’t have),
(Amy's Edit: "Blah, blah, thanks for helping clean up.")
Amy, your front bumpit provided hours of entertaining questions and frustrated responses: “Lizzi, I asked you if it was too high before we left the house.” I’m so glad that you were able to make it for an entire day without someone having to take you home or destroying any boxes. And I’d like to see that bouffant go even higher in the future…
Lizzi, your CSI-Miami-esque sunglasses tilt in response to the question about getting sweaty in the dope wagon was spot on. I’m dubbing you “Peppermint Patty” from now on if you continue to pass around Schnapps as punishment for all celebratory moments. Thank you for keeping everyone in the game and (Amy's Edit: inappropriate comment).
Anne, the one whose shirt was ravaged countless times by “Lots o Pulp” Mimosa accidents. We’ll have to get you a plastic poncho next year. And some boxing gloves and a realistic idea of how loud your voice is. Standing 2 feet away from the lady in question and screaming into my ear “Do you know this (Amy's Edit: kind lady) over here, I’m going to (Amy's Edit: show her who's boss)” isn’t the Anne I normally see throughout the year, but I’m glad she always makes an appearance in October.
And Juli, I remembered your name after all was said and done. Thanks for your help and thanks for throwing ice at my idiot friend Grant while he was chugging cups of punch. I like your little jumpsuit. Would you like to get sweaty in the dope wagon?
(Amy's Edit: "Blah, blah, thanks again, love y'all.")
