Ladies,
The yearbooks are all but done - all I need are some pictures. They aren't necessary, they'd just make it nicer. I am limited on my photo collection because I was... well, coaching.
The banquet is beginning to look iffy. I have sent numerous e-mails concerning an event, and to be honest, the response has been underwhelming. I know you're all busy, and many have moved on to other sports or activities. It may just be a case of there being too much to do to get it done. I hope I'm wrong, but as I haven't really gotten a strong response, I can only assume I'm not.
Right now I'm inclined to say I will be sitting at Mr. Gatti's in a booth, eating pizza, if anyone wants to show up on Thursday, November 15th, 7 PM. If not, I'll eat my pizza, go jump in the balloon room for a while, cry softly in a corner, then go home. If you can rest with that on your conscience, go ahead. (the jumping in the balloon room part, not the crying)
This is for you, ladies. I would still love to meet with you once more, but if it can't happen, it can't. So, unless I hear something different, my aforementioned plan is the plan. There is still time for some of you to make other plans (if you hold a religious objection to Mr. Gatti's or pizza in general).
We cannot extend beyond November 15th. Winter sports will begin competition, and the chances of us being able to meet beyond that point will be highly unlikely.
The yearbooks are all but done - all I need are some pictures. They aren't necessary, they'd just make it nicer. I am limited on my photo collection because I was... well, coaching.
The banquet is beginning to look iffy. I have sent numerous e-mails concerning an event, and to be honest, the response has been underwhelming. I know you're all busy, and many have moved on to other sports or activities. It may just be a case of there being too much to do to get it done. I hope I'm wrong, but as I haven't really gotten a strong response, I can only assume I'm not.
Right now I'm inclined to say I will be sitting at Mr. Gatti's in a booth, eating pizza, if anyone wants to show up on Thursday, November 15th, 7 PM. If not, I'll eat my pizza, go jump in the balloon room for a while, cry softly in a corner, then go home. If you can rest with that on your conscience, go ahead. (the jumping in the balloon room part, not the crying)
This is for you, ladies. I would still love to meet with you once more, but if it can't happen, it can't. So, unless I hear something different, my aforementioned plan is the plan. There is still time for some of you to make other plans (if you hold a religious objection to Mr. Gatti's or pizza in general).
We cannot extend beyond November 15th. Winter sports will begin competition, and the chances of us being able to meet beyond that point will be highly unlikely.
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