Every time I’m asked to “share a lil’ something” about myself, I experience an existential crisis. So instead, let’s play 2 truths and a lie. Guesses are welcome but honestly, I’m pretty good at lying.

• I (a 5’1 girlie) once told a burly Italian guy in Venice to go fuck himself because he was being rude to me and my family. It was my dad’s proudest moment as a father.

• I’ve been a bridesmaid twice and one of those times I almost ruined the wedding. See, the bride was pregnant but hadn’t told the groom yet. I almost let it slip in my toast. Oops…

• I made it all the way to Paris and back with an expired ID. At the passport check before boarding the officer just said “Well, if you’ve made it so far, I can’t stop you.” Except I of course would’ve loved to be retained in Paris.

That’s it, now bets can be placed. Cheers.