Followed by this conversation, from last night:
E.S.: My parents are coming into town tomorrow, and I want to show them the new house and the neighborhood. If you need to get together with your collaborator, why don’t you do it while we go to Brooklyn?
FAUSTUS: Actually, I think we’ll write on Monday, and tomorrow when you’re in Crown Heights I’ll go to the knitting store to learn the stitch I need to finish your Christmas stocking.
E.S.: That’s not an acceptable option.
FAUSTUS: Why not?
E.S.: Because you should be spending time with me.
FAUSTUS: But I need to finish your present.
E.S.: I don’t want a present. I want you.
FAUSTUS: I don’t believe this.
E.S.: Your love is the only present I need.
FAUSTUS: What planet are you from?
Seriously, what planet is he from?
Plus, when I got to the knitting store, which is an hour away from my apartment, I realized that I’d forgotten to bring the necessary yarn with me.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Congrats on the new house.
Good God. Where did you find such a sweet boyfriend! From mars?
i suppose ‘your presence is present enough’ is not a good thing to say to you, is it?
Awww. That E.S.
Ain’t love a bitch!
~ ummmm… maybe it’s you who are from “the other planet”? Honey Darling, remember you ARE a Charlestonion.
Can’t wait to see some interior shots of the new place.
Ah, the gift of the Magi. Sort of. In reverse.
You might want to enjoy E.S.’ attitude while you can. In a few years, he’ll be an even busier physician, and you’ll be a best-selling author, and when you give him a Porsche for Christmas, he’ll look at you coldly and say that the cupholders are not what he’d hoped for, and you’ll say, “Remember when you said that my love was the only present you needed?” and he’ll say, “What planet are you from?”
Fortunately, you’ll then start to fuck like rabid ferrets, so the holiday won’t be a total loss.
Jalal: Thank you, and the same to you. Except the Christmas part.
Paul: I think Mars is far too near to be the source of such bizarre behavior.
Mush: I know!
David: If only he really knew that all I wanted was those combs.
anapestic: Also, we’ll have upgraded from a brownstone in Crown Heights to a townhouse on the Upper East Side, so we’ll each have our own floor from which to brood and stew.