Hello! You can use the yoga class email chain for this. I loved Om-ing with your ladies 
And I wanted to invite you all to my President’s Day party. I’m not in support of the President (or America, obviously the US), but I think it’s a bit unfair that Valentine’s Day is everything this weekend. It has always been “heart, cupid, love” and never “analyze the history and terrible mistakes that this union was built.” Fill my home with warmth and laughter, especially now that I’ve been freed from my ex-husband Paul. According to a series of tasteless Instagram stories, he is currently on Mount Kilimanjaro, living his dream of becoming an idiot.
I plan so many activities! Once you enter, you will find a station to write a letter to return to number 1700, far from the present reality. Write a letter anywhere in the world about what you want. You can write a missive to a friend, a lover, or a long list detailing American crimes. It’s been a few months now. It’s completely up to you!
They also play games like “The President’s Name” (they all look the same, like Paul when they line up with a bunch of burning pigs in the factory), and “Scandal to the administration “Spoiler: Like Paul, many have multiple answers. When he asks who that sticky blonde woman is on his phone.) The winner is eBay I receive a shard of the bust of Millard Fillmore that I bought and dropped on impulse (do I think so?) – I was in anger.
You don’t want to miss the bathtub in the center of my living room. We recommend climbing William Howard Tuft’s style and take photos. I recently learned that he never actually got stuck in the bathtub, but what you know means he was free. And if he was alive today, he could have taken lots of photos and posted them with the hashtags #TubParty, #ThankGodWehavetub, or #HavingSomuchfunintubthankyoupippa.
If you blow the scrubs away, you’ll gather around the bar for a neat thing like your ancestors and forget that Kilimanjaro is present, whiskey can also be used as a preservative for any party wound. Masu. I felt that the stress-induced death grips were useful every time I grind the glassware I have. It’s happening a few times now! If you’re in the mood for more festive, I’m also preparing a red white and blue jel-o shot. The brothers I met at the hinge helped me make them. What is his deal? Come to the party and find it (and I hope God will bring a photo of Sigma Chad back to Paul).
I’m also looking forward to the theme menu. Teddy Roosevelt “Big Stick” Charcute Board (a comically big bread liquor choice that will make Paul unsettling and perhaps upset). Pig Bayes in a blanket (it’s a wordplay); Filibuster Nut Mix (bottomless bowl of salted nuts); And President’s Order Pizza (I don’t want to cook, so I’m ordering pizza from management Masu).
For dessert, to celebrate the favourite thing in our country, war, I have a hot chocolate bomb. Is it too dark? Well, that’s true of life. It’s only 5pm, but the sun has already abandoned me. Like my ex-husband, she is stuck in base camp completely in the darkness.
RSVP If you come, I know the amount of whiskey and emotional resilience towards inventory. There is no dress code – anything clothing. Personally, I wear a ball gown and an unbreakable smile. And bring in Plus One! If possible, those who have never tried to bring Kilimanjaro to the top and are not interested in doing so. If they are British, let me know in advance. When they arrive. Isn’t that cute? Someone knew the hot British guy well. And there’s no that Ed Sheeran shit. I can’t wait to meet you all!
Best, Pippa (from yoga)♦
