“Seriously, it’s probably not going to be very exciting. We’ll go, I’ll eat, Aunt Greta will tell me I’ve gained weight even though I haven’t, Crazy Cousin Chad will pace around the living room, we’ll watch some football, and then I’ll leave again and maybe we can find us a hooker.” I paused. “Well, not really. I can’t afford that shit. But we can come back to Boston and I’ll eat a scone for you and we can watch a documentary about the real Saint Nicholas or something.”
Gaaah...I hope Marco loves this as much as me.