to absent friends

Hey Chuck,
you missed one hell of a good party last night. There were crazy Hawaiian shirt wearers, people dressed in normal clothes, and some hottie-pirates. I believe the hottie-pirates were also roleplayers so they were doubly hottie. Ooohhh and there were some people all in black (soo 'Wellington 1998'). And hello! Whatever there's a man drought. Men clearly outnumber the ladies like a gazillion to one.

Awesomely there were a bunch of ex-todman streeters. Clearly there was Morgue. But there was also Pierced, Kathryn and the King of Leon. Oohh and Svend. And moi. But not you. Loser. Dean and Kerry kind of made up for your lack of presence, but not really because i don't think they got really drunk to the point of vomiting. Speaking of which, you will be very proud of me because I arrived at the party with 4 standard alcoholic drinks and that was all I drunk.

I didn't take you any photos so you're gonna have to rely on cerebral snapshots. There was dancing, there was a graffiti wall (with some graffiti that seriously had to be edited) and some mild attempts at matchmaking. I understand that there was scandalous gossip but stupid Pearce refused to elaborate in any detail that told me what that scandalous gossip was. There was also a name-making machine. It thought I be a boy and appropriately I be named king prime. Arrrrrrrr.

Anyway loser, come back. London sucks. And while i love playing paper/rock/scissors with you via messenger, playing it for real is so much more fun.