Dear Nick,

I miss you, of course. It’s been 15 days since we’ve talked. God, I miss you.

You’d be proud of me—I was social this weekend. On Friday, I went to lunch with that trainer who has a crush on me. He knows I have a boyfriend and that we went just as friends, although that didn’t stop him from paying, trying to flirt, and kissing my cheek before he left. Augh.

Last night I went out with some co-workers from the toy store. We went to this place they called a club, but I’d call a bar with live music. You’d love it. The crowd was very diverse—punks mingling with preps, hood rats and old bikers. The band covered great music, from Weezer to Sublime to Tool. And I danced! We played darts, and although my first game was bad, the subsequent games were quite good. When you come to visit, we are definitely going there.

Today we went to a BBQ at the house of some of Chris’s friends. Afterward, we had book club, but I didn’t read the book, just the sparknotes. (Actually, not only did I not read the book, I didn’t even buy the right book. Oh well, I’ll participate more next time, because the next book is Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Yay!)

Today a lady at mass fainted and an ambulance came during the homily. I was really pissed off, because Father Eddie did absolutely nothing to acknowledge it during the prayers of the faithful. I thought that was very disrespectful toward that woman, her family, and all the people who rushed to help her. Even worse, the homily was about helping people out of the goodness of one’s heart.

I rented the first season, first disc of both 30 Rock and The Riches. Both are good shows, and I think I’ll rent the rest of the series. You’d like the, I think, especially 30 Rock. You’d get a kick out of Tracy Morgan’s character.

I’m listening to Feist right now. I listen to Feist when I’m happy or sad or I miss you. But really, I always miss you. Always. I’m always thinking of and praying for you, even when I’m conversing with people or concentrating on some task. It doesn’t matter; you’re always on my mind.

I have some stuff to send you as a little care package. Watch the mail.

Love,
Holly