captnlarson:
Tessa, my darling! My beautiful friend. Moving is not only weird, but a giant pain in the ass, excuse my French there. I kid you not, I still have like two bags I haven’t unpacked, and who knows if I’ll ever get to those, really. You know, now that you’re here, maybe we could help each other our with our stuff? That’s what friends do. I’ll even get us some drinks, my treat. There’s lots of places where you can get beers, and you’d be elated to know that I’m throwing a party next Tuesday, where lots of beer will be waiting for you, and I expect you to be there.
My beautiful Brie, you know me well. Though I also know both of us well, and I’m sure that if we end up trying to unpack anything - even with the slightest bit of alcohol involve - I’m not sure how much will actually get done. And with good reason, since I feel like I haven’t seen you in about twelve years - you’ve been so busy becoming the new face of Marvel. Robert who? Chris who? There’s only Brie, now and forever. Hopefully we’ll both manage to get all out belonging unpacked within the next couple of days... or weeks. Who’s counting. But a party? Say no more, I will absolutely be there. Any special occasion for it?
