born to a soft spoken chilean action hero and a chic acadian revolutionary,

etienne and i started talking with each other the last time i was between jobs a couple of years ago.

someone is so good at chatting that pretty quickly she made a few calls and hopped on a private jet

from montreal to LAX to meet the world famous busblogger and see what LA had to offer.

strangely she’d lived around the world but had never stepped foot in sunny california

(probably because her dad was the head of the xbi and never wanted his little angel involved with any agents

especially a rogue agent who had turned his back on the agency many moons ago)

but as the infamous fortune cookie once said “what you resist, persists”

and there she was having the time of her life with the man of her dreams

at the hard rock pool during the cheesy rehab.

and later in beautiful baker, home of the largest broken thermometer in the world.

clearly lust-struck and wooed by your hero, etienne made a few calls

and the pair were soon on a jet to canada where she tried to get him to like coffee: as if.

they went on a mysterious road trip where legend has it the pair were wed in beautiful niagra falls

one thing’s for sure, she taught him to love poutine and canadian health care

one thing led to another and she came back to LA not soon after i returned but was swooped by the chilean xbi

and for the last couple of years she has been holed up in misery in santiago

forced to eat french fries minus the cheese curds and gravy

but somehow she’s making due.

currently today’s birthday girl is writing a major motion picture, a tv series, and cute little drunken texts

she swears she misses LA and wants to return as soon as she can

even though she also says she left her heart in san fran, and isla vista and some place shes now modeling for

i need to visit you asap, antoine, she told me in french, only problem is i have no money.

i said i’ll wire you a few bucks at the nix cheque cashing on sept 11th street

the next day she was all omg ok now my problem is i dont have a clean passport

i said theres a cafe on the ground floor of your building, the handsome guy will have a “package” for you tomorrow

she said why did you send me three? i said a canadian one, a chilean one, and an american one, duh.

but tonight she’s drinking with her amigos, as she should. and according to my spy cam…

shes having a gay old time.

happy birthday boss’s daughter!

see you in 2014!