Firm Lips and Marlboro Lights by the riverside.
GOOD LUCK STEVEN! I remember you telling me about this at New Years. Have an amazing time.
WOOOOT! I want a postcard with a waving steven on it.
Since when do you have a Holga?! Bon voyage, mon ami. Also, I got you a present from a crappy supermarket full of zany international foods. Hint: it's a kind of gross liquorice-esque mint that we first supped at a certain music festival when the moon was not only beautiful, it was so far away. I will send them upon your return.