Some fucking masochistic moron got JR a xylophone for Christmas and she hasn’t stopped banging on it for the last two hours. Gus refuses to use the mute button on his new video game, Hunter seems to have zero natural talent for his new guitar, Deb is wearing a necklace made of bells and Emmett is oohing and aahing over every gift like it’s special and not just more crap from the Big Q. When Ted asks if he can put the obscure opera Blake found him in, I grab Justin, and a joint, and escape to the back yard.
Dec. 15: Baby, It's Cold Outside
“It’s fucking freezing out here.”
I take a long drag and then pass the joint to him.
“I’d rather die of hypothermia than spend another minute in there.”
“It is a bit... much.”
He takes a few hits and kicks at a pile of snow.
“It’s supposed to snow more tonight.”
“You’re flight is going to get canceled.”
He smiles, “Heaven forbid.”
I wrap my arms around him.
“Even if it doesn’t, you should stay. I can drive you back next weekend.”