I love that Aunt Keen’s best friend from college (and life) will show up in Spokane and she and her husband will call me to hang out. I love even more that I had an excuse to not clean my apartment on a Saturday night. AND she reads my blog. So. This is for you, Christine:
…also, I think your Dad is hilarious. Not sure if you heard him, but he told me he’d see me in church. If I’m sitting near a window.
To sum up:
“Dear Aunt Keen. These really strange people bought me drinks. And talked about their private parts. Hope to see you at Christmas. Love, Rochelle.”