Your boy has had a week. I mean, c’mon, multiverse! It all started out with H.R. getting into trouble (I knew that guy was bad news), which then led to this whole fiasco with Gypsy. I can’t say I’m a stranger to being threatened by mysterious women (looking at you, Peek-a-Boo and Golden Glider!), but something about Gypsy was cosmic… beyond any connection or vibe I’ve gotten with any other girl. I was loving that special tingle you get when you find something real, but it all got ruined when Gypsy decided to return to Earth-19.

But in the wake of it all, I saved H.R. Cisco Ramon- gentleman, hero, and all around badass once again. H.R. was super gracious about it seeing that I did lay my life on the line for him (who ever thought I’d do that? Safe to say I wouldn’t do that for any other Wells’!). He insisted on treating me to a steak dinner as a thank you. I mean, I usually want to argue about everything when it comes to H.R. but I cannot argue a free filet. No need to twist my arm!

Somehow, H.R. snagged us a reservation at Simon’s Steakhouse – I’ve been trying to get in there for ages! I wonder how he did it… I’m sure it involved him flirting with a hostess in some way, that cheeky devil. I’ve never stepped foot in a restaurant as fancy as Simon’s. Most Ramon family celebrations are spent at home with wine by the dozen and plenty of Mama Ramon’s home-cooked lasagna.



I threw on my finest suit (check me out, James Bond) and had H.R. threw on his Randolf face to keep things in check. We spent the night like kings – chowing down on t-bone, guzzling some Merlot, and topping it off with a double order of chocolate soufflé. It was the dream, man. Ain’t if funny how nice a person can be once you risk your life to save ‘em? Barry totally doesn’t utilize that enough. Maybe I’ll mention it to him to consider next time one of us has to use our panic buttons!