“Dracula”
Twenty-five years ago today:
June 11, 1985
Tuesday
“Heidi and I are coming to your house tomorrow to lay out by your pool,” Rachelle said to me by telephone.
“That’s a great idea!” I exclaimed.
Dale picked me up in the morning and we drove in to The City together (after we picked up a cute lady at a North Oakland bus stop so that we could carpool through the fast lane).
Ryan whispered to me near my desk, “I’m on the OUTS with Dale because of his meddlesome ways in regards to me and Joe.”
“Why am I not surprised?” I asked.
Believe me, I could relate to Ryan’s disclosure. My relationship with Rachelle can vouch for that. God knows Rachelle has told Dale all sorts of shit and who knows what he knows (since I now know that he read parts of my green journal while in Las Vegas!).
Dale and I went and bought some greeting cards during our lunch hour. I bought one for Dad for Father’s Day. I got an Anniversary card for ‘mom and dad’ because there Anniversary is June 15th. I also bought Mary McTiernan a birthday card (June 13th).
Dale said, “Michael, I want you to know something.”
“Yeah, what?”
“I’ve changed and I will not gossip or meddle anymore.”
I laughed and said, “Dale, one cannot change overnight. You’ve got one hell of a difficult task.”
“You’ll see.”
Again I laughed and I thought that it’s just like when he said he was forfeiting soft drinks and, yet, he keeps on drinking them.
I persuaded Dale into not participating in an aerobics class that Rachelle will be conducting at my house. And then he changed is mind later.
Dale and I left the office. Dale invited Will in Priority Accounts to join our car pool to Alameda. After dropping Will off at his apartment complex we went to my house. Rachelle and Heidi had supposedly left. I found a note on the dining room table written by Rachelle that stated: ‘My mom called and I’m in trouble, so I had to go home.’
As it turned out both Rachelle and Heidi were hiding in my closet. It was a pleasant surprise. Dale got a kick out of it, too. We all ate pizza and did aerobics. We asked Marty, my roommate, to join us.
“Oh Thanks but I’m off to L.A. for a two-day seminar,” Marty replied.
Rachelle gave us a good class. I kind of wished Ryan had come to join in on the fun. I hate having a ‘fallen angel’ (a la Charlie’s Angels’ Jill).
Danny Garcia telephoned while Dale, Rachelle, Heidi and I were lounging. I cut him off short and told him I’d call him back. Then, Frank Vasconcellos called.
Frank said, “You won’t believe this. I met this guy named Mark and another guy named Bruce Goree. The Bruce guy mentioned your name and said he met you at traffic school one time.”
“Give me a break,” I said, realizing that Dale, Rachelle or Heidi would not have a clue what I just heard.
Apparently, Bruce was asking Frank all sorts of questions about me. Ugh…I hate that. Poor Frank—he wants me to take him to Baxter’s some night soon.
“I will, Frank, I will,” I said.
I don't remember how I got off of the phone--but I did.
It was sad when Dale, Rachelle and Heidi left me all by myself. It became so quiet. I cleaned up and returned Frank’s call and we talked a little while longer.
Frank said, “I ran into George Jones a couple of times at the ‘Bench and Bar’ and the ‘Troc’ in San Francisco.”
“You did? Did he say anything to you?”
“No. We never talk because we hate each other.”
I figured they hate each other because of the jealousy they had over me at one time. I wonder if it means that deep down they really are attracted to one another. Frank denies it in a major way. Ha-ha. I have not seen George Jones in so long. It is fine with me. Rachelle brings him up on occasion (after learning of my fascination for him in my journal). As I looked through my photo album tonight I saw his picture and it brought back memories. I remember asking Rachelle if she’d seen his picture and explained that he was the one pictured with Paige LaBris. Rachelle ‘freaked out’.
“Oh my God, I thought Paige was his girlfriend and she was IN LOVE with him!” Rachelle screeched.
“Yes, well...that was him,” I said.
“Well, I have to commend your taste in men,” Rachelle added.
Her comment made me laugh out loud (and surprised me at the same time). George was nice looking in his own way but as I reminisce I cannot believe how far that relationship actually got even if it was only from July 1983 to October 1983.
PHOTO: George Jones
I telephoned Rachelle and learned that she left her journal here at my house!
“You better not read it!”
“You know I wouldn’t do that.”
I was ecstatic. I couldn’t wait to read her journal.
Rachelle wrote about some guy named Eric and Joe (the usual ex-boyfriend). She did write how much she loved me. She specifically wrote ‘I don’t want to blow it with Michael’. I guess this means something but I’m not sure exactly what—but I can read into it (as beneficial).
I wondered if Rachelle would go out on me and date someone else at all. She does seem to look at other guys. She knows and gets phone calls from other guys, too. I know I am her current center of attention but if she does go out on me it is definitely OVER as far as I’m concerned.
Dale made his usual snide remarks regarding my incompetence at some of the aerobic moves tonight. He should talk! Dale went ‘on and on’ about my correcting ways upon him and others. I noticed that Rachelle has written in her journal with reference to me as “Mr. Perfect”. Ha-ha. How crude. Let me think…what else did her journal reveal?
I got the impression that Joe Smith (Rachelle’s ex-beau) still wants her. He seems to think Rachelle still loves him—but I don’t know about that. She did write a comment about having the feeling of ‘wanting to hang on’ to Joe. That bugs me! She did not write a whole lot but she did write how much she cared for me. She wrote that she was hesitant about marriage because of our ages (17 and 26) and because she’s got four years of college to go. She’s kind of not sure—I guess. I can see her point…at least I know her inner thoughts now and how she really does love and care about me.
Dale telephoned.
“I’m just wondering if you are mad at me over tonight.”
“No, but I have to go because Rachelle is on the other line.”
“Okay, but I want to invite you and Rachelle for dinner on Friday night at my house, and then we can watch Joan Rivers together on HBO at nine o’clock.”
“Really…hold on.”
Moments passed.
“Okay we’ll go,” I replied.
I can’t believe Dale sometimes. I read in Rachelle’s journal that Dale had invited Rachelle to join him, Ryan and Joe to go to Monterey on Sunday! I’m so glad she did not go. I think she didn’t go for a couple of reasons.
1. Her mom
2. My reaction to her going if I ever found out!
Rachelle and I had a quaint and loving chat tonight. She called Chuck and I listened quietly as a third party. Chuck still has strong feelings for Rachelle.
Chuck said, “I love you.”
While I was listening on the other line Chuck also made rude comments in reference to my name.
“How’s Michael?” Chuck asked.
Rachelle said, “Okay.”
Then Chuck rambled on about how he just plain did not like that she was going out with me.
Chuck said, “Listen, I’ll be at the gym at six o’clock tomorrow night.”
I want to be at the gym 'at that specific time' only because I’m curious to the look at his face when he sees me there with Rachelle, working out together.
Rachelle then called Jim in Walnut Creek. Jim is a music writer and longtime friend of Rachelle’s. He seems to like her, too! I don’t get it. She’s sort of stringing along these guys. I don’t know what to make of it. At least she’s making sure she allots all of her time (or at least most of it) for me. That’s a plus in my favor.
I showered before bedtime and thought of Rachelle. She’s happy. She’s not worried about me, my past or us any more (so she says).
I am anxious, and it soothes me to express myself here. It is like whispering to one’s self and listening at the same time.
-Bram Stoker
“Dracula”
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