My fabulous evening last night, spent at a cocktail party at Katherine and Shawn’s followed by a bonfire on the beach can be summed up in this e-mail, to be sent today:
I understand that you hate everything about me with all of your heart, assuming that you have one. Oddly, the feeling is not mutual, but whatever. However, I'll point out that I find myself in your shoes with great frequency, trapped in a social situation with someone who makes my skin crawl. I choose to inwardly seethe and bitch about them behind their backs, as opposed to publicly ridiculing them and shooting verbal daggers in awkward and embarrassing mood-killers. I'd appreciate it if you'd do the same. Because, you've managed to make me feel like an idiot and an asshole on several occasions, and while I certainly have the capacity to be both, I'd be very grateful if you cut me a little slack.
The girl in the fabulous beret.
God, I hate Ken…
My last run-in with the dreaded Ken...