More on the Flamingos: A written history

DH is a book binder when she's not a hottie librarian. Last year, she made The Book, which all of the Flamingos are adding to little by little.

DH started with the book, obviously. In it, she put a picture of our drink evolution (flamingo sippy cup to flamingo wine glass to flamingo swizzlestick) and a picture of me sitting on top of a cannon, riding it like a horse while the girls lay spread out dead before me with this caption:

Jessica, one of the wild "readers"* has this time taken it too far. Her rage ended in a cannon shooting spree, killing three of her closest friends. In court, Jessica claimed to have shot Abs for talking too much, Erika for being too prepared and Amanda for being a dork. Jessica as never shown any remorse.

* In Abs' husbands circle of friends, we are known collectivaly as "the readers," because Erika and I read at Abs' wedding and as a group, we were too friendly with the groomsmen at the bar after the reception. The wives and girlfriends were not amused.

After a few more entries by DH, the book went to Mrs. F, who posted a picture of DH's ass with the caption "nominated in four counties as the best ass around." Then she cut out pictures of our heads and pasted them onto flamingo bodies, which is really, really creepy.

Then the book went to Abs, who scoured old letters from us for bits that might reflect our younger selves at summer camp. They are as follows:

Erika: Remember, I was meant to be loved, not understood.

Mrs. F: Thursday - I felt really close to everyone and like a family. I never want to leave and lose what we have. I felt empty thinking we only have two days left.

DH: You called just a couple of hours ago, but I'm so excited I just HAD to write to you!

Moi: In our last episode, our heroine was dealing with the tragic [heart drawn over the "i"] breakup that had befallen her. But amidst her tears, her beloved contacted her, seeking a reunion.

Yes, I was a very melodramatic teenager. Whic would explain me being a melodramatic adult. The book is now mine, and the pressure is on to infuse it with something both clever and heartwarming. It's a big job. Then it's off to Erika, who will hopefully be able to update it amidst a move, grad school and planning a wedding. Hm, maybe I shouldn't complain.