SOPH

Trip Start Oct 28, 2004
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Trip End Aug 08, 2005


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Sunday, August 7, 2005

On the eve of our Florida debut, Molly and I feel it is only appropriate to warn those who will be meeting us in Tampa about the state you'll find us. Now, being from Florida, most of you are familiar with the term POSH (Port Out Starboard Home) and its implications. So tomorrow evening when you are anxiously awaiting our arrival, do not expect us to be dressed from the pages of a magazine or throwing our money around like the British like to do with their pound. Instead prepare yourselves to see an image of SOPH (cleverly Starboard Out Port Home). While we have been showering on a regular basis, we've been wearing the SAME clothes for the past two months (most of our whites have been turned the slightest color pink), our shoes have been worn to the point where small holes let water enter when it rains, and our hair looks like it was tailored by a woman in Australia who didn't speak english. We don't know the first thing about American current events, pop culture or when Tom and Katie are tying the knot. The only thing we're educated on is the strength of the British Pound, the latest football trade to Manchester United and the inner workings of Becks and Poshes marriage. We have been living off peanut butter and jelly sandwhiches, spaghetti and right now Molly is going out to buy the cheapest bottle of wine she can find. I told her forget the bottle...just get the box.

We thought maybe we'd try and smooth out the wrinkles in our clothes and maybe pull out what little makeup we had for tomorrow's reunion, but I must admit that putting eye makeup on this morning was quite the disaterous endevor. Prepare yourselves for what might be Sarasota's first glimpse of the SOPH lifestyle. Only through your generous donations (and home cooked meals) can this sad state of affairs be remedied. If you simply turn your backs on this Molly and I might not be allowed in resturants that are deemed classier than McDonalds or be allowed to sit in the front seat of the car as not to embarass the driver. This driver could be you...just think about it.
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