Friday's Letter

Dear Mr. Veen:  sometimes when we're at a party I catch your eye across the room.  This is one of the best feelings in the universe - I am convinced of it.  Dear sink full of dirty dishes:  you taunt me the moment I get out of bed.  How can you be so very mean?  Dear ladies of Bentleys:  thanks for making Wednesday night the highlight of my week!  You can thank me later for my smooth talking ways of getting us the special menu.  Dear Self:  since when do you smooth talk waiters anyway?   Something about this late 30's gig is bringing out the tiger in you.  Dear Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova:  someone described this song as "like watching a feather float down from a tall building" = perfect.  Dear Spring Break:  I am both excited for and frightened of you.  Be kind please.  And last to Mr. Veen:  you are the corned beef to my cabbage, the soda to my bread and the buzz to my beer.  Over and out!