irina

Dearest Crazy Pawel,

You have a tendency to not check the groups in time, or just be lazy, so I thought I should make sure you knew what was happening. Turns out there's gonna be a major shindig tomorrow. Like really major; if there's one party in your entire life that you shouldn't miss, this would be it. The dress code is black, I'm pretty sure you can handle that. And it's formal, but you always seem to be wearing ties anyway. (You might want to leave the Viagra tie at home this time; it wouldn't have gotten you laid at this party anyway though.) I know this part is weird, but it's in a church apparently; I'm not sure who's bright idea that was, but rumor has it they're crazy Polacks. So chances are you know them; might even be related. It's also right near where you live, so I don't want to hear your bullshit excuses about falling asleep on the train. Not acceptable. If you don't show up, there's gonna be a lot of explaining to do. Am I making myself clear, young man? See you tomorrow.

Love,
Crazy Irina

PS. Remember that first open call you came to? And afterwards in your journal you wrote "Irina cornered me all crying"... Well, you ain't seen nothing yet, sucka.