-Angelina Jolie
"The Tourist"
Twenty-five years ago today
January 25, 1986
Saturday
I think Ashley and Sherri are arriving tonight from their trip to Oklahoma.
I woke up at 7:15AM and went on a cycling tour from 8AM until 9:15AM. I rode to Marina Park in San Leandro via Doolittle Drive. After that ride I went and had a bit to eat at mom’s (a good breakfast).
I telephoned Chad from mom’s house but he was still sleeping.
“Call me back at 11:30 or if you’re home I’ll call you,” Chad had said.
At 11:30AM Chad telephoned me at my place.
“I drove to that girl’s party last night and I couldn’t find a parking space. At the last minute I decided not to go in,” Chad revealed.
I laughed.
“That sounds like something I did once. No kidding?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“Well, do you want to go bike riding today?”
Chad was reluctant but I persuaded him. I impressed him by bicycling from Alameda to his house in Castro Valley in one-hour and ten minutes. It wasn’t so difficult a ride. It’s easier returning home because it’s more downhill.
Chad and I rode all the way to the end of Cull Canyon Road. We visited a nudist camp called Sequoians: http://www.sequoians.com/home.php
The facilities weren’t much to brag about. The girl who was President had a hair on her tit (per Chad’s good eye). There were two old men and two women that were nude. They were nothing to speak of. We left after discussing the cost of membership and a briefing about their events. We gave our addresses for brochures to be sent. It was funny. That was my ‘first ever’ nude establishment visit. There was none of the scenery that I had hoped to see.
“It’s okay,” I said reassuringly to Larry.
Larry, Chad and Hannah (the dog) were going to drive out to Half Moon Bay to the beach. I simply rode my bike to mom’s house and had dinner there. I hung out there for a bit until I decided it was time to go home for a nap. I needed rest after my eventful cycling day. Cull Canyon was very green countryside. It was scenic.
Mike Miller telephoned.
“Hey Mike, I was just wondering what you were up to tonight.”
“Not much…why don’t you call me a little later though.”
Stephanie Redding telephoned. She always cheers me up.
I explained, “Yeah, so this Collection Agency note arrived from Miller’s Outpost and it was so upsetting.”
Steph laughed, making me feel that it was really nothing to talk about. It really was nothing when I really think about it.
I woke from my nap and got my laundry chores going. I am supposed to call Chad if I get a brainstorm idea for tonight. I kind of feel like dancing. Then again…I don’t know. I could put a band aid on my chin like I did today and probably have a good time.
Chad seems ‘wishy-washy’ lately. Sometimes I feel like he doesn’t want to spend time with me because I’m boring—or at least I get the feeling he feels that way. Maybe he would like to do other things---as I would---but money is a problem. I am going to call him and suggest dancing at HMS or Bobby McGee’s. The worst he can do is say, “No.”
I am not really sure I want to go out but I’ll call him anyway. It’s mainly because I L--- him.
I dialed his number and Larry answered the phone.
Larry said, “Chad left for the gym just fifteen minutes prior to your call. I told him to take his overnight gear in case he runs into you.”
I learned that he did—in fact—take his overnight gear but didn’t say a word to Larry. That means he was giving Larry the silent ‘all right already’ treatment. It was Chad’s way of saying, “I won’t spend the night here.”
Larry added, “You should go to the gym and meet him there.”
Larry tried to convince me to go but it’s almost 9PM and the gym closes at 10PM tonight; whereby, I decided not to go.
I hope Chad calls me after his workout. I do not understand why he didn’t call me before he headed out for the gym.
Larry explained, “Sometimes he feels he needs his space to himself.”
I can surely relate to that. My therapeutic bike rides are ‘my’ time and space for myself.
I was watching some Saturday Night sit-com when Steph Redding telephoned to give me the news.
“I have a new job title as Property Manager at Century 21, Michael!”
“That sounds great.”
What else could I say? Steph recommended that I read “Texas Temptress”, the paperback book tonight. It’s the romantic tale that she says she wrote under a false name. I decided to read it.
I was just getting into the book when I heard my front door opening. It was Chad. We hugged. He went outside again in order to park his car into the garage. Sherri happened to be driving by outside at the same time. She thought Chad was me because he was moving my car so that his car could fit in the garage. Sherri had just arrived tonight from Oklahoma.
Chad later said, “Sherri reeked of marijuana…or the inside of her car sure did!”
Chad, Sherri and I all decided to go out for a drink at Gallagher’s in Jack London Square. My brother, John, was working and he treated our first round of drinks. I went up for a second round but the other bar tender took my order which meant I had to dish out nine dollars.
John said, “You have to pay every once in a while. You should make your friend pay because it seems like he’s moochin’.”
When John even detected Chad’s mooching ways it made me wonder. In fact, since I’ve met Chad I have spent a number of dollars on him. He doesn’t treat me very often at all. I know about his tight finances but mine are tight as well. Oh well…I didn’t choose to dwell on it.
Chad, Sherri and I hung out and watched all of the folks until we decided to split at 12:45AM. We went to NATIONS Burgers. Chad seemed like he was ‘moochin’ by telling me what he wanted to order.
I said, “Well get it!”
He got it and he paid, so he had a little cash somewhere.
We then went home and Chad and I had a sensual night. It was very much so. Maybe our semi-drunkard state made us more daring and intimately inclined. It was nice. We slept and awoke in the middle of the night for more. Then we slept again.
What incredible discoveries one could make with one’s eyes closed.
-Abraham Verghese
"Cutting For Stone"
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