What would it be like to go to San Francisco and sit in a hotel all day? What would it be like to go to New England and break your foot and stare at a tree? What would it be like to order a cup of hot chocolate with whipped cream and say to the waiter, “I hate hot chocolate!” Would he scrape off the whipped cream and put it on a little plate for you? Are you supposed to say ‘Thank you’?
These are the things I think about when I think about marriage and things that are painted blue.