Dear Day Drinking,
You're just the tops. This past Saturday I was able to become reacquainted with you, after some time apart. It's getting closer to the time of year where we spend most of our time together. So I look forward to sun drenched days of shot-gunning beers with no shirt on. I know that's when you think I'm at my best. Remember when I turned 20, and me and my friends taught you to swim? We had just met and you were afraid at first, but you got the hang of it in no time. As that summer went on, we hung out more and more. My parents accepted our friendship, as well as your bond with my other friends. I can't wait to continue our great relationship, and listen to Cubs games, eat a ridiculous amount of meat, probably end up sending some texts/making some phone calls we regret. But hey, what's a good friend if you can't cause a little trouble with them? I'll have my own house this spring or summer, and I can't wait for us to hang out there. There will be a whole new world for us to explore. Well, I have to get going. Can't wait to see you again.
With love,
Derek E Self
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