Twelve Cornish Hens

"I would be cured if I could simply make it through a storm."
-C.R.A.Z.Y., 2005
French-language Canadian film

Twenty-five years ago today:

August 18, 1986
Monday

This was probably the drabbest day of all. I felt so OOP (Out Of Place). There was a mild hurricane on Fire Island.  It had been raining heavily.  I guess I slept until noon.

The weather began to clear up to some extent as Ron was preparing for dinner by mid-afternoon. I went for a long jog along the beach. It was a beauty of a run. I enjoyed it thoroughly.

Joe was in his house and he invited me to come in. I stayed there and hung out for a while. He let me borrow a red bathing suit and I took a dip in his pool for a few.  It wasn’t long after my pit stop at Joe’s that I decided to return to Lenny’s house.  It was crazy.  I had taken an afternoon nap earlier but now I was just browsing through some magazines half of the time.  The other half of the time I watched Lenny and Frankie dance in partial-drag outfits to their ‘yucky’ disco-like tunes.  GMAB (Give Me A Break!).  I didn’t thrill over it at all…believe me.

By 8:30PM or so dinner was ready. We had gone to the General Store for all sorts of goodies. I chipped in $20 or so for the groceries.

Ron prepared 'Twelve Cornish Hens' for dinner with green beans, salad, a giblet salad and apple tarts. It was filling and delicious to us all. There was more dancing and gallivanting going on.  I was having a fairly good time. I didn’t dance much. I had no drugs and chose to avoid drinking much alcohol tonight (a good move on my part).

Ron and I (and a few others) went to Joe’s house.  Joe and Steve attempted to throw me in the pool (but did not succeed).  We all went for a hike on the beach.  It was nice.  We didn’t bother to go out on this night. I turned in for bed at around 2AM.  I slept in the same bed as Lenny.  I didn’t ‘try anything on him’ (nor did he on me).  We simply slept.  It was a horrible night for me because every mosquito that could have been around was there.  I was tortuously bit all during the night.

"The human being is not a machine, so take care of yourself."
-Born To Be Wild:
The Leading Men of American Ballet Theater
2002 Documentary Film