On an unrelated note, I say to Bruce,
"Let's get drunk."
Then, "I wish there were a romantic comedy to watch. We do have 'La Dolce Vita'."
"I don't wanna think."
We have no orange juice. We have a splash of rum, plenty vodka and bourbon whiskey. Then we found frozen grapes next to the gin and the jagermeister.
We are the purveyors of fun in these apocalyptic times, and we pronounce the wisdom of Aretha Franklin and Rufus Wainwright. We will not listen to Christmas music and we doubt that February will ever come. Or perhaps she's a flooder.
And this is an orgasm.
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