It’s Holly

As of right this very second, he’s somewhere over Eastern Canada/Nova Scotia.

And with him is some fine french food - mustard, foie gras, baguettes, the works. It’s hard when your best friend is on the other side of the world, but I think we’ve dealt with it pretty well. We talk on IM almost every day, so it doesn’t seem like he’s that far away. So tonight, I’m picking him up from the airport, since it’s 3 blocks away from my apartment. Then I have to take him straight to Santana’s for some carne asada. I guess the Mexican population isn’t as large in Paris as it is in San Diego… so he’s missing that a lot. Usually, when Jonathan comes home, he comes with a list of restaurants that he wants to go to, which usually include Claim Jumper, In-N-Out, Porto’s, Doctor Hogly Wogly’s, Outback, Krispy Kreme and Coldstone. Between Jonathan’s bottomless pit of a stomach and Kelly’s chocolate butter dough cramps… I’m in for some good eats. It actually frightens me a little bit… but I’m glad he’s coming home. YAY Jonathan!