Party Plans

I had the clean, new feeling that one has when the calendar is hung on the wall at the beginning of the year.
-Daphne du Maurier
"Rebecca"

Twenty-five years ago today

May 5, 1986
Monday

I have decided to have my Birthday Party. I need to make party plans. I’ve already given notice to a number of people. It ought to be fun.

I called Paige LaBris today. She’s moving to San Francisco in August to attend ART School a la a scholarship. Good for her!

I telephoned Pac Bell Directory but it appears that my bid for the Directory Sales job in Sacramento was outbid by a person with a better NCS date (Net Credited Service days with the company) or a person with higher qualifications. It could have been nabbed by someone who is doing the job now or within the last five years in another city.

Margaret brought some chicken and other goods for lunch. Yummy! We also went to the Wholesale Toy store. I bought Ashley a number of toys there.

After work I went home and took a much needed nap. I soon found myself at the gym and Mark, Phil and Sue were all there. I worked on my abdominal muscles. Mark’s old high-school mate, David, was there and his mentality is a bit low. Regardless of that he kept bugging Mark to do free-weights with him. Mark and I decided to do Sharon’s 8:30PM aerobics class. It was fun. We both managed fine.

I spoke with Gina (who is ‘sort of’ Mark Landreth’s ex-girlfriend) after class. She seems nice and she’s pretty, too.
Mark announced, “You know---I’ll be in L.A. for the next couple of days.”
I thought to myself, “Boo hoo, I wish I were.”
I envy Mark ‘in a way’—but then his visit to L.A. is a work-related thing. I like that he felt a need to let me know he wouldn't be around.

I was home by 10PM when I picked up my phone to call Steve Green.
“I’m so glad to hear from you.”
“It’s great to hear your voice, too,” I replied.
We discussed my Birthday Party.
Steve announced, “You know—I have plans to go to Russian River but I will still come to your party. George Jones is going to Russian River, too.”
“Well, I’m glad you’ll come to my party,” I answered without saying much about the George Jones remark.

I wish Paloma Sanchez Guerra and Jim Koran could come to my Birthday Party. I am sure that distance factors would not allow for it.

It is worth remarking that the genitals themselves, the sight of which is always exciting, are nevertheless hardly ever judged to be beautiful; the quality of beauty seems, instead, to attach to certain secondary sexual characters.
-Sigmund Freud
"Civilizations and its Discontents"