You Probably Think I'm an Alcoholic at this Point...

Oh - And how inconsiderate? How could I leave the best isle of beauty with out one last, symbolic though heartfelt shout out to my best belgian friend Stella. Oh how I'll miss you. I mean the wine, is fine and dimensions more sublime when I need it, but Stella you're always there for me when cold and refreshing are the day's magic words. Fuck the American drinking laws. But then again, I wouldn't want to subject you to some sleazy bar in Boston anyways. Promise you'll be here waiting when I get off the plane in January?

love,
me