Riding in the car with Stick is sometimes a bizarre crash course in boyfriend stream-of-consciousness. Last night he announced that he wants to open a theme restaurant.
“I’ll call it the Frigidarium,” he says, “And when people ask me why the heat isn’t turned on, I’ll say, because it’s a freaking Frigidarium!”
“Um, will you have air conditioning in the summer?” I ask.
“Yes, because it’s a freaking Frigidarium!”