-Julia Child
"My Life In France"
Twenty-five years ago today:
August 11, 1985
Sunday
I woke up and did some “Muscle Motion”. I was expecting Rachelle at 11AM but I decided to make a quick stop at Magic Video to return those rented videocassette tapes. I stopped at Mervyn’s to grab Nicole Hibbard a gift, too. I got her the stuffed dog that looked like Geneva’s dog, Mandy.
Then a crappy thing happened. I blew a fuse and my convertible top and the windows would not move. To cap it off car wouldn’t start. I thought it was the battery but it was the alternator, regulator or “starter”…whichever they want to call it. They’re all the same—I think. Mom’s phone was off the hook when I tried to call her at the house.
Luckily, Rachelle was at my house and she had jumping cables in her car. She came over and found me; however, the jumping cables didn’t work to start my cars’ engine. I ended up calling a Tow Car Service to take my car to Grand Auto and they will fix the problem there. Oh well…such is the life of owning a car.
Rachelle came over to Grand Auto with me and she dropped me off at home.
A bit later I got ready and mom picked me up for the party. We picked up Ashley (who liked the Barbie doll that I presented her). Nicole’s birthday party was “okay” for a baby’s Birthday party. The food was great. We left by 4PM. It was fun watching Ashley try to hit the piñata and to hear her saw “Bawoon” instead of “Balloon”. It was worth it to just see Ashley smile and take toys away from a nine-month old boy. Ashley is the boss.
I came home and mom stayed over for a bit. We looked at my VCR and I think my mom was envious. She wanted one, too. I didn’t bother to tell her that I have it only because of my credit card.
Rachelle and I had a talk.
Rachelle said, “I may or may not go to L.A. on Tuesday night.”
“Well, let me know if you end up going.”
“I will. There’s a muscular dude at my work…but don’t worry…he’s not that cute.”
I laughed.
“Why did you bring him up?”
“Well, someone wrote on my bag and I asked if it was him.”
“So what did he say?”
“He said that if I wrote on your bag I would have written my telephone number and then he winked at me.”
Once again I laughed, but I knew she liked that ‘line’ because that was the second time she mentioned it. She followed up her story with an interesting line to me.
“Wouldn’t it be clever if I wrote my telephone number on his hand?”
I was upset but I kept it silent in my mind. How could she tell me all of this!
I was wondering about her possible trip to L.A. It all depended on whether this muscular dude asked her out. She’s obviously learning of ways to LOSE ME fast. I made a videocassette copy of her Rick Springfield music concert tape, taping over one of my blank tapes. I figured she can have it. I’m nice.
Mike Thoennes telephoned.
“Hi Mike, I’m in Berkeley.”
I could tell he was hinting about coming over but I wasn’t in the mood for visitors. I didn’t push an invitation.
I was trying to nap when Greg Manachevitz telephoned.
“Hey, Miller and I are coming over if that’s okay.”
“Well, why?”
“Maybe we can watch ‘The Terminator’?”
“Oh, okay then, how about at seven-thirty?”
I showered and bathed but it wasn’t until around eight-forty that I received a call from Mike Miller.
Mike Miller said, “I just wanted to let you know that Greg left.”
“What? Greg said that you two were coming over! He even said he was bringing me a WHOPPER from Burger King.”
Mike started to talk in circles and began hinting about inviting him and Chris (another one of his friends) over to my place.
Mike said, “We rented a movie, so maybe we can watch it there.”
I thought silently, “Sheesh, is my pad their new movie theater…or what?”
I finally said, “Listen Mike, it’s already late and I am going to bed at nine-thirty. Why don’t I just call you tomorrow?”
I hung up the phone. Now I began to worry that Greg might show up…or who knows what?
I wonder how Rachelle feels about knowing that I will be going on that trip to Paris. She’s only seventeen. If she closes the door on me it’s my loss as well as her loss. If she screws around while she is now devoted to me she can just forget it! It’s not like I have plans to go to Paris and make love to Paloma. I’m going on vacation.
Rachelle had said previously, “I’m hesitant about going to L.A. because of some party this Friday night that I’m dying to go to.”
I knew that she had attended another party sometime last week. I believe it was last Friday. The music group “Y & T” were at the party. They’re supposedly some hard rock group. I am finding Rachelle to be too wild and unsettled at times. I can’t be wasting my time anymore.
I found my journal here in my closet and I was sure I left it in my car. I know she read it recently. I wonder if she was wondering if I’d been seeing someone else. She loves to recapture my journal to get the latest inside story. It just goes to show me how immature she is at this point. I discussed a bit of this with Howard Edelstein.
Howard said, “She can’t respect your privacy.”
I renewed my classified ad for a UC Berkeley posting on the ‘room for rent’ housing billboard/placement. There is no word yet. I do need a roommate by September 1st. I need the financial aid.
"An empty house can be as lonely as a full hotel."
-Daphne du Maurier
REBECCA
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