A Warm, Sandy Beach

"He felt Paul was oblivious to his real feelings and considered him merely a good friend--his best friend, yes, but only a friend."
-Nial Kent
"The Divided Path"

Twenty-five years ago today

February 25, 1986
Tuesday

Dale Orlando happened to drive in to the parking lot in The City at approximately the same time as I did. We walked to our office building at 633 Folsom together.
I said, “Hey Dale, your hair looks good!”
“Oh, do you think so? My new found friend, Paul, cut it for me.”
I thought silently, “Big deal.”
I could tell he wanted me to pry about his newfound Paul fellow. Dale’s hair—in fact—looked kind of purple in color. Whatever…

My sales day did not feel very good.

Margaret Lai and I went to CARL’s JR. together during lunchtime. Our section went to the Expo Telemarketing Fair at the Sheraton later in the afternoon. It was okay. I felt kind of silly since I dressed casual summer (in my khaki pants and long-sleeved white shirt). It didn’t really matter.

After work I went for my much needed nap time. The nap is becoming habit-forming. I better not do it anymore. I did manage to do thirty-five minutes of my aerobics tape. I munched on snacks while I watched a lot of the 28th Annual GRAMMY AWARDS. The Best Rock Vocals went to Tina Turner for ONE OF THE LIVING and to Don Henley for THE BOYS OF SUMMER.  Tina Turner's song was featured in Mel Gibson's MAD MAX-Beyond Thunderdome movie. Quincy Jones won Album of the Year for WE ARE THE WORLD with Michael Jackson and Lionel Ritchie winning Best Songwriters for writing it. Best POP Vocal Female Performance was won by Whitney Houston. The Best POP Vocal Male Performance winner was Phil Collins.

Steph Redding telephoned.
“Hey Mike, do you want to attend a HAIR SHOW in San Francisco on March 13th?”
“Uh, I don’t know…maybe.”
Hell, maybe I will go. It sounds like something different to do.

I am going to start reading up on my Writer’s Handbook for my novel. I want to get it outlined. I want to get it started.

I am tempted to take a vacation soon. I need some time-off on a warm, sandy beach. When I informed Steph of this she had her own opinions.
“I think you should go to Bora Bora, Michael!”
“That’s an idea—but I don’t want to be Bored Bored in Bora Bora,” I replied.


I went to bed by ten-thirty.


I still have not heard from Chad since I spoke to him last Saturday (when I invited him to Mary’s dinner party). I need to find out his plans. I am considering a new roommate if he doesn’t’ give me a final word.


The weather has been so nice. I guess that’s why I want to vacate.


...besides an almost diabolical expression in the face that met his gaze, there was that indescribable something which has an irresistable attraction (for artists).
-Honroe de Balzac
"The Unknown Masterpiece"