Please, let it be Disneyland.
I'm drunk again, my lovely. I fucking love you, Baptiste. You are like the friend everybody wants. The friend that makes you feel good about yourself when you feel like shit. The fact that you are physically beautiful too is entirely incidental - you are beautiful on the inside, where it counts the most. God or gods or goddesses bless you, Baptiste Parisi. You are a fan's wet dream with a heart of gold, and may you have a long and happy life full of yum.