Two anecdotes:
About Paul: When I first met Crissy, I was in a wild state at a Franz Ferdinand concert. It was a joining of old friends around an artist that brought some of us together to begin with. And there was a new and just as lively Crissy. At one point during the night she told me she had the perfect gay boy that I needed to meet. I asked her, “does he look like me?” She responded no. I told her, “I’m not interested.” Every time I think about this completely ridiculous exchange, I die laughing. When I get performative, I lose track of all reality.
About Ian: Ian had two personal pets as a child, a seagull and a squirrel. Both animals were recoveries. While I was eating last night he told me that sometimes I behaved like the seagull. He would offer it a prime cut of sirloin (this is funny in itself) and the bird would swallow it without even taking the time to savor it. It would gulp. I wasn’t offended. When I asked him how the squirrel ate, he informed me: it would climb down my arm, take almonds off whatever sweet bread I had on my plate, climb back up my arm and nibble it on my head. That is sort of how Ian eats.
