Dear A,

Missed you at Justin's party tonight. And I just wanted to say thank you for having great taste in music (and by great taste, I mean my taste). Towards the end of the party, in the wee hours of the night when only the strong survive, Justin threw in a CD to keep the ambiance going, and just as I was on the verge of passing out, Junior Boys "In the Morning" started playing. I made him play the track again, because it happens to be one of my favorite songs, and only three people in the entire world have ever heard it (I can say that because I know ALL the people in the entire world that matter). So naturally, I inquired how he had heard of this amazing song and he told me it was on the CD that you made for his B-day. It was one of those moments in which you're both surprised and not surprised at the same time. So I thought it was appropriate for me to say thank you for two reasons. For one, thank you for providing me with musical enjoyment. And two (and most importantly), thank you for providing me with a familiar and very well-liked song that I could focus my attention on, which allowed me to divert my attention away from the alcohol-induced spins that would have otherwise consumed me and probably led to me clogging up Justin's toilet with vomit consisting of chunky, yet-to-be-digested Five Guys burgers and fries (which if you haven't already tried, you need to. It's fantastic). So in conclusion, our shared taste in music saved both the good time I had at the party and the delightfulness of a greasy, future heart-attack-inducing meal indulged upon just hours before. Must be the Aquarius in us.

I owe you a burger and fries,
M