I woke to this letter from an old sorority sister who was the closet thing I ever met to a drill sargent. Her nickname was 'Boot': perhaps relating to the dramatic end to a long night of drinking, or maybe the drill Sargent/army angle. Point is, she hazed the hell out of us younger ones; and since I had the horrible luck of being picked for a secret drinking society with her-she literally almost got me killed on gin. She is now a gray haired suburbanite (how the mighty always end up with the best parking...)
But who knew she could write?
Good Morning Sisters,
What a delight to hear from KatieRoss (one word, always) and see all of your names again (although in a very small font smashed into a little tiny box) on this gray day. Chris Casey's passing is simply damn sad, I know no other way to describe it, there is no silver lining and yet, I find myself smiling as I think of you all, and all of your hijinks and shenanigans and amusements of THIRTY years ago. Please know I do not smile at dB or JT's names, however, as they led me astray far too many times and have caused me to retain a near instantaneous and overwhelming nauseous response to the smell of tequila, gin, peppermint schnapps, and Southern Comfort which makes it difficult for me to go to restaurants where they are served.
I know Chris Casey (not one word, but always said as Chris Casey not Christine or just Chris) would be very pleased knowing she provided us all a moment to reflect on the fun we had at 2325 Piedmont, the lifelong friends we made and the memories, that while hazy, continue to provide us proof that we really did it right, back in the day. I would like to take this moment to apologize for any hazing I subjected you to--and I mean that most sincerely--although I know Chris Casey loved it, every damn second of it.
You guys were the best--not you JT or you dB--and I am very grateful for all of you today.
TTF and Go Bears,
Boot
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