They sat on the carousel bench where mothers rode with the tiniest babies, the wood bubbly and thick beneath their hands from consecutive coats of paint. The bottle of Canadian Club rested between Chris's feet. He felt Emily shaking beside him, and preferred to think that she might be cold. Leaning over, he buttoned her jacket all the way. "You don ( Read more... )

So Canio put the whole girls-hooking up v. guys-hooking up thing into...well, not perspective. But he attempted to actually give an explanation. (It was like, "Girls bodies are beautiful. Guys bodies just don't compare." along those lines of Canio-talk. But at least it was an explanation.) Hm...what else. Finished piecing the show together today. ( Read more... )