Carol Bontekoe

This blog has been keeping track of my adventures since 2004. The stories and the adventures have come from my college dorm room to Uganda, Peace Corps Kyrgyzstan, learning Dutch in the Netherlands to living in the wilds of Homer, Alaska. I went back to school in Amsterdam to study Theaterwetenschap (Theatre Science) at University of Amsterdam. And now my adventures as a Fruit Fly, a Sexy Unicorn, and creating a movement with Team Sparkle in Chicago.

Saturday, April 17, 2004

Open Love Letter

My Dearest Pierre,Oh, Pierre we have been apart for too long now. To make sure you know I still care for you I have put our history together in a letter. I met you Pierre in Bath England, my girl Becky introduced us. You became my friend that night when I was pushing on a gay guy, who later that night made out with Becky :( I don't care, I still say he is gay. And Pierre none of that matters because it was you, Pierre, who was there for me that night. Pierre, I partied with you in Scotland. And in America you got me to explain the rules of hockey to Boothy and that same night you got me to say everything in question and pronounce my love for Phil at the end of each sentence. But, oh, Pierre where you have been especially welcomed is at Birthday Parties. Pierre, I remember introducing you and Tom on Tom's Birthday. It was my treat, no my HONOR, to introduce you two. I thought you two would be great friends, and in fact for awhile you and Tom got along famously. But then an argument between you two ensued over Courtney... or was it Sarah?! Pierre you clearly won that fight that night between you and Tom. It was kind of hard to watch you take Tom down the way you did. BUT!!! Oh, but, truly… Pierre it was you who made that night memorable for John, Gil and I, though not so memorable for Tom. For my birthday Pierre you made a surprise visit. And I’m so glad you and Tom were friendlier with each other on my birthday. But, Pierre, I’ll never know how you were able to convince Erica, Tom, and I to not only eat Ice Cream cake of my floor but also smash it into each other’s hair, ears and clothes. But you were right that was some good cake and we didn’t want to let it go to waste. Pierre I know you and I personally haven’t been able to spend time together lately. I have even tried to find substitutes for you at times because I miss you. On night I even spent the night with your boys Micky, Schanpps, and Bud. But, I got sick of those guys after one nights, and just had to get them out of my system. Pierre you are the most amazing French-Russian I have EVER known. I love and respect you. With all my deepest love,Carol