letters to Molly, part one

(Note: this is the first of a (hopefully) weekly series where I write letters to Molly [based on her urgings and my love for her]. For best results, imagine that I'm reading it out loud with a very serious tone.)

Dearest Molly,

We've only been apart for less than a week and, already, I miss you so. How are things with Flapjack and Ellie? Have you had any exceptional towel-times recently? I dearly miss your occasional nonsensical outbursts. (ie: "You know what are weird? Houses.")

We've been keeping quite busy out here. We went to a lesbian bar on Friday night; you would've loved it (because you're at least 2/5 gay). I embarrassed Steph by dancing like an idiot and we made friends with a Canadian woman in the Navy who bought us all "peach bombs" (they tasted like cough syrup).

We made friends with an outlandish dude on Saturday afternoon and I think you would've loved him. He was pretty drunk at like 2pm and was making friends with everyone. He was 34, though, and I think he felt old when he realized he was ten years older than us. He had a deep love for the old 90210.

On Saturday night, Steph and I went to this ridiculous place for dinner called Elemental. Funny story: we were reading yelp reviews to find somewhere nice-ish to go and saw that Elemental had a more casual wine bar next door called END (Elemental Next Door). So we were like, sweet, let's go. Well, it turns out that I'm dumb and we accidentally went to straight up Elemental and by the time I realized it, we couldn't leave.

Anyway, this place was craaazy. They asked if we had any foods we don't eat (Steph, by the way, failed to mention that whole not-eating-meat thing. I had to remind her to tell him.) and then started bringing out courses of food paired with wines. We had EIGHT courses and we were never told once what we were eating. It was a 3+ hour meal but it was pretty fucking cool. Steph got kind of drunk.

Yesterday, we went hiking with Hill's friend's Melissa and Quinton and their friend Burle (sp?). Everything is very green and lush, especially on the mountain. We saw some waterfalls and hiked almost 3 miles each way. I felt very outdoorsy.

It was very sad to not watch the LOST finale with you, even though I know you were probably yelling at the TV a lot. I'm sure the wound is too raw to talk about now, so I'll just leave it at that.

Please give my love to the gang. You should all think about coming out here and meeting us for a long weekend at some point (probably not going to happen, I know).

Hugz 'n kissez,
Jenna M. Lykes, esq.