Greeetings weslings, we send you a message from the beyond:
Five class of ’05 members are sitting in a bar in Manhattan on 9th St and Ave A. We are sitting at a table with 34 cans of empty PBR. We were originally here to celebrate the triumphant return of Andy J from China via Georgia, but as he just caught the 8:15 to Middletown, we are now alone. We are reminiscing about senior cocktails, and Fountain Street, and Neon Deli. Gilby R. just got her finger stuck in a hole in the bar. We all have real jobs now, in the real world. Teacher, consultant (by day, cartoonist by later in the day), writer/mildly employed soothsayer, ad man, publicist. We just want to say: those of you about to graduate, good luck. This world is going to eat you alive. Those of you with time left on your college tickets, enjoy it while you can. Your govt precep from CSS sends love to the ’07 crew. But the big bad world is pretty fun too. Sometimes.
Much love,
Gilby Grush ’05
Petey Foy ’05
Quickdraw Shaw ’05
J. Babrams ’05
Babe Kwalsh ’05
PS- Bewbz
PPS- these buttons are effin small
PPPS- sent wirelessly via my blackberry wireless handheld
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