-KYLE XY, Season II
Pancake
noun: a flat cake of thin batter fried on both sides on a griddle
Twenty-five years ago today:
July 19, 1985
Friday
Another day, another buck—but at least I am off for all of next week. I need the break.
I’ve decided to go to Paris in September, too. That’ll be a nice change—I think. And I have a usable passport, so what’s stopping me? Golly-Gee-Whill-Ickers! I’ll have a place to stay in Paris, too—with Paloma!
I went to lunch with Christi Williams today. It was quaint. What else can I say about it? We took a walk over by the water. Hank Stuart, a coworker in my section, was nearby.
Later, Hank asked, “Hey Mike, what’s going on between you and Christi? I’m just wondering whether or not I should start a rumor.”
I simply laughed it off and said, “Oh nothing.”
Christi seems happily married. She did, however, confess to a big fight they had over his wanting a rifle.
She said, “He always complains that he never gets what he wants and how I get everything.”
I laughed, “You know--I’m glad we’re friends and that you can feel comfortable telling me about it.”
I truly think our friendship will be the farthest extent that we will ever reach. I could probably wait for another marital fight when she’s feeling vulnerable.
I thought, “Fuck her, I’m not that way. I won’t bother interfering in a marriage!”
I went home and had to lie down to relax. I was so tired because I ended up speaking to Lorraine Garcia until 3AM the night before.
I keep thinking, “I don’t even like her! She’s N.M.T.”
I wish Lorraine would sort of ‘leave me be’.
Mike Miller telephoned.
“Hey Mike, I’m not going to be able to make it to the gym after all. I am thinking of breaking-off with that whole gym contract idea after all.”
“Oh, okay. It’s no big deal. You have to do what you have to do.”
“Yeah, oh well.”
This didn’t stop me from going to the gym. I had a good workout. I knew Rachelle wasn’t going to be there because she had to stay home and help mom make a checkerboard cake for the company they were having tomorrow (GMAB = Give Me A Break).
I had a lone workout. Randy talked to me for a while. He’s the one who has a roommate who makes marijuana filled spaghetti. He’s also the one who called Rachelle my ‘old lady’. He’s pretty nice now that I’ve talked to him a bit more. Dave, the blond one, who works at the gym, is nice, too.
Lorraine had been doing an aerobics class. She accompanied me afterward to the AlphaBeta grocery store for juice and shampoo. We returned to the gym to shower (not together, of course). Then we went out to eat at the Black Angus and talked, getting to know each other better. We had a few good laughs. I think she feels that she’s Miss A-1 Maturity. She’s really a kind of a pip-squeak kind-of-gal. She was knocking Rachelle about her youth the whole time. Ironically, Lorraine is only a minute—or a shade bit older. I do admit that Rachelle does have a number of drawbacks on her maturity levels. After dinner with Lorraine she was all set to come and visit my place.
“You know,” I said, “I’d like you to come over but I’m kind of tired and I think I just need to turn in.”
“Okay, well next time maybe I can make breakfast for you. Pancakes are my specialty.”
I just smiled. I was hesitant after she made that comment about breakfast. I changed the subject. I didn’t really want her coming by my place for breakfast! I was beginning to think that IF she did come home with me I could have easily seduced her. She’s NMT. And on any normal given day I wouldn’t have really noticed or given her a double-take. I drove straight home.
I did make an attempt to telephone Rachelle. I don’t think her ringer was “on” or she was too tired to talk. So, I went to bed, too.
How to survive a French dinner party--"Just speak very loudly and quickly, and state your position with utter conviction, as the French do, and you'll have a marvelous time!"
-Julia Child
"My Life In France"
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