From: Isabella [mailto:[email protected]]
Sent: Thursday, June 03, 2004 1:24 AM
To:
Subject: RE: P.S.
"Poet?" My. Where did that come from?
Sorry to hear about your dog and your sick family. Hope everyone's better.
The fundraiser was pretty good, by the way. It started slow, and we never did get the ginormous turnout promised, and it was so hot that I felt like a steamed clam by the time I went home--which was about 1 a.m.--but it was still pretty good. Irony of Ironies--this woman from the other group came by to scope us out. She came up to the table and introduced herself and said, "Yeah, we had to come up and see you guys--you're so *organized*! " Yes, I laughed too.
And I know the question on your lips must be... Did I get up and sing. And the answer to that question would be, as I told the guys, "Fuck. And, No." Boy, I'm going to have to start drinking if I'm ever going to have any fun.
Isabella
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Sent: Thursday, June 03, 2004 12:42 AM
To: 'Isabella'
Subject: RE: P.S.
So I did. You're good. I should know better than to try to sneak one in on a poet.
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> From: Isabella
> Sent: Thursday, June 03, 2004 12:26 AM
> To:
> Subject: RE: P.S.
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> I think you did, by inference. :*)
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> Sent: Thursday, June 03, 2004 12:33 AM
> To: Isabella
> Subject: P.S.
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> >> What do you all think?
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> > I think I may kiss you the next time we meet.
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> If I knew you better, I would probably make some humorous, off-color,
> typically male remark here. ;-)
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