Sharpen Your Wits

Oh, it was like a life from the pages of a magazine for a while.
-Morag Joss
"Half Broken Things"

Twenty-five years ago today:

May 14, 1985
Tuesday

I made it to work and after writing my journal entry (seated in my car in my quiet parking lot) I headed for the company cafeteria for a meal or a freshly baked muffin.

Dale finally found the handout we received about the San Francisco Greeting Card show. It is in early June and we plan to attend.

I got a surprise phone call at 11:45AM from Rachelle who was downstairs in the lobby of my building!
“I wanted to surprise you for lunch,” she said.
Dale had told me earlier that Jill (Ryan) was going to join us for lunch. And so, it was Sabrina, Jill, Rachelle and ‘me’ for lunch. We went to Emporium. I was sure that Rachelle thought Brie and Jill (Dale and Ryan) were a bit on the wild side. If not, I sure feel that way at times. Rachelle inspired me to go to their aerobics class, too. So I did.

I also ‘charged’ a pair of fifty-dollar tennis shoes at Emporium. They were well needed and deserved since I had not bought a pair in so very long.

I exchanged a few kisses to Rachelle a couple of times. She touched my ass a couple of times (casually), too. I liked it. I thought it was neat. I’m romantically inclined. I guess I could say ‘Falling In Love’ like the title of that movie, starring Robert DeNiro and Meryl Streep.

After lunch we ran into Stephanie, my supervisor. I briefly introduced her to Rachelle. Both Steph and Ryan shared the same comment about Rachelle later that day: “She is cute.”
“I knew that,” I thought.

Dale, Ryan and I went to the aerobics class and I felt I was doing rather well until I pooped-out after thirty-five minutes. I wanted to skip the class and go across the street to do the Nautilus equipment. I normally don’t work out on Tuesday. I complied with their wishes, being the cooperative, accommodating person that I am by completing the class.

I could not stand the ‘much too loud’ blood/Motown music that Dale played while riding in the back seat of his car. We drove to Joe’s pad (Ryan’s lover) after the aerobic workout. We had to search for Dale’s lost keys at one point. I drank some guava juice. I was so thirsty.

The little workout we had turned out to be so worthless because we went to Joe’s for a complete Mexican dinner. I felt so stuffed afterward. Great! That was a worthless workout. Dale was being somewhat mean to Kelly (my Charlie’s Angels name), too. He always seems to cut-me-down and pick on me when we are with other people. I don’t like it. I got even by teasing Dale, calling him the Pillsbury Dough Boy. Ryan kept cutting some old smelly farts. I yelled at him.
“Ryan! Drink more water to clear your system. One’s gas doesn’t normally rank in odor unless they’re eating the wrong foods!”
Ryan just laughed it off.
I allowed Dale to borrow my tape cassette of music with classic Alternative Rock tunes that I made from May to July of 1983. It included songs like CASH FLOW by Leisure Process and GIGOLO.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9sIG9ALShyc

I arrived home by 11PM and yearned to call Rachelle. I didn’t though. I was horny but just keeled over and fell asleep.

Oh yeah, while in the locker room at the gym there was a blond dude that Brie and Jill were all hyped up about. I got the sneaking suspicion he had eyes for Kelly (yes, me). Eerie. Kelly tried to ignore that sort of attention.

Better, far better that you exaggerate in this direction and that you fancy yourself to be somehow superior. But you must understand me properly. I am a human being like you. I'm as many centuries more impatient as I am older than you.
...And drink some wine, to sharpen your wits.
-Franz Kafka
"The Hunger Gracchus: A Fragment"