Whilst at Camp Hollywood, a group of friends arranged an outing for a Halloween literary event and invited us. I had to investigate to make sure it wouldn't be too scary for me, and when I was finally satisfied that I could handle it, the tickets were all sold out. Thomas emailed and asked to be put on the waiting list, but the organizer said there was a very small chance we would get in. I decided to send him an email explaining our situation. When I did, he was very accommodating and allowed us to purchase tickets with our group. Here is the email I sent:
Hark Ye Wild and Withered Gentleperson,
In response to the below exchange of missives betwixt my husband and yourself, I would like to clarify our situation and thus implore your indulgence to our request:
We are part of the ghoulish gathering whose tickets were procured by Sheri Lee.
At the time of the procurement, my husband and I were detained at an undisclosed location during an Amontillado tasting, at which we lost our way in some extensive catacombs. After extricating ourselves, from said catacombs, we tried to check out of our hotel. If you have never been, be forewarned: checking out of the "Usher House" is an absolute nightmare.
And thusly, we arrived late to Banquo's banquet where the nefarious plan for the October 8 outing was hatched.
We would be eternally "grave-ful" if you could include us in the party. As you can see, this is no typical "werewolf ate my homework" excuse. This is for real!
Two tickets to join our group is our only humble request. If you cannot comply, I guess, we can use our groupon for a night at the Bates Motel that night. I hear the water pressure in the shower is amazing.
Cryptically yours,
Rachel Q(uasimodo) Artenian and
Thomas B(anshee) Greengalgh
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