Marcus, old friend, you’re always welcome to drink with me. Martinis, several nips of your favorite scotch, whatever you like, I’ll provide.

Also, I won’t bring up father issues if you ignore the framed photo I have of you on my desk.

She was slipping, you bastard. I couldn’t hold on to her. She would still be alive if she let the grail go!!!! Damn you, Donovan! It was not my fault!

A min until I lecture at packed NYC symposium abt my new techniques for conducting field work at precarious sites...yet Dr. Elsa Schneider, or as I called her, my lovely rose, refuses leave my mind.

My expertise, archeology requires time, but how I wish I could turn time back.

The Toraja Tribe of South Sulawesi, Indonesia, exhume the remains of loved ones to groom them for good luck. This young man may not be too disgusted by your appearance to brush your hair or something. Wait, do you also smell awful?

Hang in there Walter,
Indiana Jones, Phd.

I suspect you're under the influence of several martinis, but I applaud your honesty. Actually you bear a semblance to a corpse I once saw in Iskenderun - have you considered marketing yourself as one of your antiquities?

Finally, we're all aging Walter. It's part of being human.

Sorry, Donovan! I meant to post this photo. Your comment still works. Tell your Mother Brody says "Hi"

This is me in #venice meeting Elsa the very first time. I already knew what I wanted to do, but little did I know this sexy Austrian turncoat planned on turning ME out.

Behind us is #MarcusBrody. I love the pervert. He's a dotard, but harmless, so I let him watch my extracurricular work.

(After this, I am definitely going to sleep)

This is the moment she betrayed me. If I'm being honest: I'd go through it all again to sleep with her once more like that day in #venice.

I hate to kiss and tell, but she sucked my lip, kissed my ears, my neck, then made me collapse on the bed...

Before I finally sleep, I want to share with everyone my last memory of Elsa.

Look at her eyes and her hands grasping the grail. She destroyed our future.

Last words to Elsa: "The knight warned us not to take the grail from here!"

Auf wiedersehen to the hottest Austrian turncoat in history.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about her and what we could have done in bed together. Feels like just yesterday Elsa betrayed me.

Her sucking on my ear + Venice...let's just say I'm no Marcus Brody. By the way, if you get a chance, visit his museum.

#MarshallCollege #Archeology #Travel