Dear Beer,

It is understood that you should have been in attendance as it was my last day of finals. But what a run in we had. I seriously thought we were friends. I mean, we got along so well that night. Not so well the next day. Are you angry because we've drifted apart this semester? Cause you certainly acted like it. Don't call me. Oh, and Tuesday, at the BBQ (I know you'll be there, you're like that).... behave. There is no need for a repeat performance of Saturday.

Tschűs,
Bec