-Bette Davis
"All About Eve", Best Picture of 1950
Twenty-five years ago today:
October 27, 1985
Sunday
I dialed mom’s telephone number, waking her up. Then I went over for breakfast. Sherri brought Ashley over. Sherri left to do some errands. Ashley woke me up with a kiss while I was napping (too cute).
I took Ashley out to South Shore Beach but she wanted me to carry her. Oh well, I did carry her for a while and then we returned to my mom’s house. I watched the 49er game versus the L.A. Rams. I witnessed Ryan Hargrave, Chuck Wong and Cindy Chow and Patrick win $50 each in our office game pool. Sadly, I did not win a cent this time.
I tried to nap again. I was in a purely lazy mood while watching the game.
I thought to myself, “At least I’m not guzzling beer while watching.”
My telephone calls were being forwarded to mom’s phone line today. I only received one call though. It was from Mike Miller. Apparently, Mike has a job now and is very interested in moving-in to my townhouse with Greg Manachevitz, too, of course. There is no way that could happen. My privacy would be gone!
I ended up eating dinner with mom, dad and Sherri. I left right after Sherri and Ashley had left.
When I arrived at my pad I called Leonard but he was too tired to drive again. He had just come from Napa. I bravely made a suggestion.
“Well, I could drive there.”
“That would be fine,” Leonard said.
I ended up getting lost at first.
Once I arrived though, Leonard said, “I’m not feeling well.”
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“It’s my stomach. I know it’s just from fatigue,” Leonard insisted.
He’s such a difficult one to read. It’s hard to understand what exactly is going on in his head. He even told me once that his ‘thoughts aren’t often revealed’ except to those he really trusts (and they are far and few between). I hope one day he’ll trust me enough.
Leonard and I watched ‘The Playboy Channel’ and ‘Amazing Stories’ (about a mummy) and a Hitchcock Presents episode (about a woman prisoner who tried to escape while being hidden in a casket).
By 9PM Leonard made a polite hint that it was time to go to sleep. I agreed.
Then a moment or two passed and Leonard asked, “Are you staying for the night?”
The blunt question hardly felt like an invitation, so I replied, “No, I’m leaving.”
Leonard continued, “I have dinner engagements Tuesday through Saturday.”
It almost made me feel as though that sentence was another way of telling me ‘I can’t focus all of my time on you’. I don’t know what to make of it.
Surprisingly and suddenly as I was leaving Leonard said, “I’ll call you tomorrow”.
Hesitantly, I said, “Okay, if I don’t see you before October 29th, have a Happy Birthday.”
He made a gesture that I sort of liked (it made me feel like he was saying that I would definitely see him). I simply felt that if he called me we may talk but we may not meet-up. Whatever. Time will tell.
I drove home, wondering why I felt not-so-much like an intruder but just plain ‘unwanted’ (even as a friend) at this time. I guess I can relate because I like my solitary time, too. Leonard wanted peace and quiet.
I was home by 9:30PM and I began watching a movie about a fifteen year old girl who was raped by a security guard. I was just about to turn the show off when Leonardo called.
“I just wanted to call to see that you got home all right.”
“Oh Thanks, yes, I am here,” I replied happily.
I also got the feeling that he may have called to see whether or not I went straight home. Can he be trusted? I wonder if he had any new and interesting conversations during his Napa Valley Wedding and helium balloon rides today. I don’t know what to make of it—just yet.
"One's own soul, and the passion of one's friends--those were the fascinating things in life."
-Oscar Wilde
"The Picture of Dorian Gray"
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