I realized that not being physically in the presence of Brad means I have been bereft of opportunities to peer-pressure Brad, so I’ve decided to put up this web page, to run back the time we tricked Brad into agreeing to go to Mexico City, and to push for another chance to ask the world:
Have you met Brad?
So in the hopes that people will visit us in Greece or Albania (or Italy, or Estonia, or wherever), I thought I’d resume my language and culture “lessons” from Mexico City with the hopes that pictures of Greek food might entice all of you to get drunk one night and drunkenly commit to come and visit.
Drunk commitments are commitments.