I wonder if she will be able to figure out it was her who wrote it, so I'll publish part of her letter here (don't worry, I'm leaving out all the juicy bits).
"Last month I went to *** for my friend's wedding. That was a lot of fun. I hung out with my girlfriends and one day I made a trip to *** to see friends there. It's the only time I got drunk. I know I was drunk because I kept saying that the beer tasted like nectar. That's a sure sign of intoxication.
When flying back I changed planes from a big one to a 19-seat "puddle jumper". We flew into a big dark cloud and the plane rocked and bobbed. I thought for sure that we'd crash. Sometimes it's nice to be wrong."
So, do you recognize yourself?
