Michael's Bistro

"How can a man of your intelligence only see in Black and White when there are a thousand colors around you?"
-Sigmund Freud
as heard in the Off-Broadway Play
"Freud's Last Session"

Twenty-five years ago today:

May 31, 1986
Saturday

I left the Desert Palms Inn after breakfast and I rode my bike to the Bike Rental place. As I was walking along the hot avenue Greg and Mike drove by and picked me up. I went over to the pool while they left for their own breakfast/lunch.

I met a couple of girls by the pool from Huntington Beach and Los Angeles. They weren’t really cute. In fact, they were rather young and naïve. I stayed around the pool until 5PM. Mike and Greg eventually showed up again. Greg was acting a bit on the quiet side. I think he was beginning to realize that his persona wasn’t exactly likeable. Greg was feeling uneasy. I sense his uneasiness whenever I see him chewing tobacco (a nasty habit that he has).

I readied myself for dinner and went to the Desert Palms Inn via taxicab. Ron and I went to The Springs where we had some cheese and crackers. He washed my white pants for me. I looked through some porno magazines as he showered. We moved a bed and then we had a great dinner at The Bistro (also known as MICHAEL’S BISTRO). It was so very good! Ron was such a gentleman. He taught me a bit about Italian cuisine and mannerisms (like how to drink my after dinner espresso).

We received a ride from Mona to the Desert Palms Inn. Once we reached the Inn, a guy named Michael took us to ROCKS. We sat outside at the approximate same vicinity that Ron and I first met on Tuesday night. We said our goodbyes and had a little COKE again. They drove me home (to my hotel).

Ron and I will be in touch again.
Ron said, “I will give you a wake-up call tomorrow.”
He did.

When I got home (to the hotel) Greg and Mike were outside. We went into the sauna and swimming pool. We mingled momentarily at the party next door. Then I tried to sleep in my uncomfortable, hot room. I was horny…but I slept (and sweat) anyway.

"Who can realize every dream? For some an illusion, even for a little while, is enough."
-Bette Bao Lord
"Spring Moon"