Dear David Alexander, King of Kings

Dear Dave,

Thanks again for a glorious time last weekend. Megan and I had a great time, and I can't help but think you completely paid back your beer debt to me. Actually, you probably bettered it, since you served such crisp, clean delicious beers, and I'm sure I only ever bought you the piss they serve at Wilf's. I don't mean to keep talking about the beer, but you had at your well-located abode three of my five favorite beers. That's more than coincidence my man; that's love.

I'd also like to say it was so nice to see so many Laurier people, especially those that I've fallen out of touch with since we all left the craphole that is Waterloo. It's amazing how many English majors were there too. Often it takes me hanging out with you and 'those' English majors for me to remember that I don't hate all English majors. It's just that here at Mac, a lot of them are either mentally unstable. Other English majors not at Mac are simply unemployed with no marketable skills. That wasn't the case on the weekend. I had hope for our generation for a moment.

I drank it away though. Thanks for the booze buddy.

With love,

Borrelli