-Penelope Cruz
"Vicky Cristina Barcelona"
Twenty-five years ago today:
April 25, 1985
Thursday
I have a yearning to take off one weekend and go to Palm Springs. I will do it, too (once my friends pick-up OR when I feel the time-off is truly necessary).
I spoke to Dale yesterday about our arranging to get on that San Francisco based-TV show called “People Are Talking”. That would be funny.
I have a commitment this evening to get-together with Frank Vasconcellos and see how things are with him. I wonder what’s been troubling him lately.
This morning Dale was trying to think up excuses for me if I were somehow confronted about making calls to France in our Business Office.
Dale said, “Ryan told me that if you went to that gay skating rink that you’d probably say ‘oooh’, ‘ouch’, ‘I fell’, or ‘what are those guys doing…I’ve never been to a place like this before…I want to go home’.”
“No way!”
“Yes, and I told Ryan that I told you what he’d said.”
“Well, I’m not all that offended because that’s just Ryan’s joke-a-long personality.”
This morning the following employees Cindy Chow, Gary, Mary McTiernan, and Leland, ‘me’, Dhyan Brock and someone else whose name escapes me all sat in one section of the room for photographs of an actual Pac Bell brochure that will be coming out. Wow, how exciting. I’ll be in it.
The three of us (Dale, Mary and I) went to Wendy’s for lunch together and we sat out on Market Street talking about the office blues. Dale started to act a bit moody. I think it was because he couldn’t speak freely with Mary around. I think he wanted to tell me who the MT’s were that walked by (My Types). Or it could be he has his mind on Dee and the baby and all. (?)
Steff called me more times than I could count today. I was getting pissed-off because I wanted to take calls and get some work done. When I had a second message from her given to me by Guy Grivet I decided to call back.
“I hope this is BUSINESS!”
“Well, yes…sort of,” Steff said in a nervous tone.
“What is it?”
“What time are we meeting for lunch tomorrow?”
“Oh…that’s REALLY Business!”
She hung up.
“What a wench,” I thought.
I told Dale about Steff and her phone calls. Knowing him I knew he’d love to get in on the intrigue of it all. He didn’t hesitate to call her. Lucky me…I was able to listen in without her knowledge.
“Michael is being a stand-offish snob…a real jerk…and I’m not putting up with him anymore.”
I thought, “Who asked her to in the first place? This broad has got to give me a break OR in more precise words LEAVE ME ALONE! She was telling Dale that the call she made earlier was for an 800 line. I didn’t believe it for a minute.
I almost fell off my chair when I heard her say to Dale, “Bill and another member of CHICAGO were going to meet you and Michael for lunch tomorrow…but now they’re not.”
That was more bull shit and Dale knew it, too.
After work Dale and I were laughing about Steff’s ‘dipshit’ qualities.
When I arrived home I read a ‘goober’ letter from Steff. Then I glanced over my Preferred VISA bill. Then I received a call from Frank Vasconcellos and confirmed that I would meet him at his house in Hayward at 7PM. I also returned a call to Danny Garcia after seeing a note by Marty:
‘Danny Garcia called at 8:30AM’.
Danny said, “I want to talk to you about some things you probably don’t know.”
“Oh yeah? Well, we’ll catch up on Saturday. I have it set for my one o’clock haircut appointment with you.”
“Okay, great.”
I decided to call Christopher Cordellos to see what he is up to. As it turns out Chris is all bummed out about how he works at the Tiger Shop at MACY’s in Sun Valley Mall and has to take a bus to and fro all of the time.
“I’m trying to get a job at Bank of America,” Chris said.
I was remembering the last time I’d spoken to him and how he was hoping for a job at the Sheraton by the Wharf in San Francisco. Who knows?
I said reassuringly, “I’m sure something will turn up.”
“Yeah, but I am taking too much advantage of my MACY’s credit card.”
“You better be careful.”
“Yeah, I already have to work Saturday because of it. You should drop by the Tiger shop if you’re in the area.”
“Okay, I’ll see what I can do.”
“I’ll call you at your office today if I don’t have to work.”
Dale’s going to pick me up tomorrow morning. We will pick up a third person and car-pool in to the City.
PHOTO: Summer of 1983, Frank Vasconcellos
In my car during an escape to L.A.
“Michael, how do you cope with the indecisiveness of a male or a female?”
“That’s a heavy one. I don’t know. All I know is that I want to be a happy man. It all depends on the individual I am attracted to.”
“Tell me about Paloma.”
“Well, I love her but I just can’t marry her under these circumstances.”
“Why not?”
“Well, I just feel we need to share a lot more with one another. I am almost positive that she is bi…like me. I just get that feeling.”
Frank continued. “I’m just freakin’ about the fact that you have not or will not take one route.”
“Happiness is in the eye of the beholder…just like beauty.”
Frank still had darker hair but not as pitch black as that shocking time I saw him last. When I commented on his hair still being too dark he had a comeback.
“The summer will take care of that. It will get back to normal color. I have an appointment on Monday with John Robert Powers modeling.”
“Oh yeah? I remember that was something you always wanted to do.”
I think he has potential as a male model but he needs to revamp and reshape (lose some of the femininity and get more fit). His attitude leaves much to be desired. He’s too thin! I hope he does not contemplate suicide again. He’s been lonely is all there is to it. I tried to explain to him that loneliness is something everyone needs to cope with. I stressed the importance of feeling good about your alone time.
“You can’t let being alone go to your head or let it affect you in a bad way,” I said.
I was remembering last year when he confessed that his brother-in-law made love to him when no one was home when he was about sixteen years old. I hope that doesn’t happen any longer. I didn’t have the heart to ask him. If his sister only knew!
Frank and I returned to his mom’s house. We started to watch a movie called “His Mistress”, starring Robert Urich. It was okay. I left before it ended and drove straight home. I was going to go to the gym but since I’d eaten less than two hours before I decided against it.
“Are you going tomorrow?”
I felt she was acting childish. I confronted her on it.
“Why are you acting so childish?”
“What do you mean?”
“I know you’ve been calling me names.”
“No I haven’t.”
“You’re such a LIAR.”
Things smoothed over in our conversation as we kept going back and forth. We are going to see CHICAGO tomorrow. I may try the ‘speed’ (for the first time), depending on my mood.
That was wrapping it up neatly and tying it in a bow.
-James Kirkwood
Good Times Bad Times, a novel
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