7th
the email i sent to kliman last night…..
so last night i was on the subway with lauren and stacy. we saw this girl sitting in the corner and at first i thought it was you. just as i was about to approach “you,” i stopped myself and realized “no…thats not rachael! maybe its her mysterious twin sister.” before i could turn to lauren and stacy to be like “yo, that girl looks like kliman, but isn’t her.” stacy is hovering over her, pushing this girl, screaming “HELLLLLLLOOOOO!!!!!!!” in her face - so insulted that rachael kliman would sit right in front of her and not even say hi. this girl was so. freaked. out. she looked like she was going to vomit, she was so scared. literally trembling in her seat. “stacy…thats not rachael kliman.” stacy turns from the your doppelganger to face me and stares me straight in the eyes (her left eyebrow was kindof twitching like a crazy person), “it’s rachael!” apparently she didnt believe me. the girl says “i’m not rachael kliman.” stacy, lauren and i start apologizing profusely and cracking up, falling over ourselves. “i’m her twin sister.” i knew it!!!!! for the rest of the train ride stacy and lauren were screaming and laughing about how funny and stupid we are, going on about how twins really do look alike. the rest of the people in the car were looking at us like freakazoids (there were other people with us, but you dont know them). i was standing off to the side, pretending not to be a part of this. your sister was having a panic attack. it was amazingly and horribly embarrassing.
can you please apologize to your sister for us and tell her we are not on drugs?
how are you? when can i be on top chef?
love and sexy hugs,
dorf
