Breaking My Own Rules

It's not my policy to post pictures of people (especially myself) on this blog, but scrolling through posts, I find that I haven't exactly been consistent. I can think of one lapse - Kristina and Julia.

In this case, I couldn't resist. This photo goes perfectly with my last post. It's all the gang from Paris, including our "eighth roommate" and our waiter at Chez Omar, a Moraccan restaurant which was delicious and fun. So, here's to Paris: to romance and lights, to good friends and good wine and endless bowls of couscous!

Anyway, it's my hot blog; I'll do what I want.

Speaking of hot, I am in the Middle East. More on this later (tired of hearing this yet?), as well as more nostalgia from Paris, I'm sure. Salam Aleekum.

P.S. Someone just sent me a text message. If your name is Tasalee and/or you just sent me a text, know that I can't get your message because my phone used to belong to Zack Morris. He upgraded, and I'm still stuck in 1989.