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I forgot what I was going to put here. It was a random notes thing. Damn, and I even came up with a great title. Oh well.
Wait. One of the things was Z’s invite to accompany him to his 35th high school reunion. It’s in August, somewhere in the city, at one of those ooh-la-la hotels. I asked if they had a pool. He said yes, so I said yes. The morning after I get to swim! He wants to dress me. Sounds like a doll thing to me, kind of Pretty Womanish. I mean dress me from the foundations (his word) up…no expense spared. And I am to model the stuff. He picks.
I wouldn’t do this for just any man, but him, okay. I’m not Julia Roberts. I’m don’t have a huge mouth and giant hips, and Richard Gere is merely passable.
Hell, I don’t even do my own HS reunions. As far as I am concerned, that was then; this is now.
But I am looking forward to this. Z’s best days were in HS. He even had two of his plays produced. Z says two of his good friends are NYC playwrights, another is a popular actor that you would know, and all of the gay men go after him so he needs protection, I will function as his bodyguard! How cool is that?
I’m going to do it.
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One more thing:
I was showing C my LuLu b-day card. She is 40-something and she has NEVER received a b-day card. I never even thought that was possible. I can’t imagine life without cards, even homemade ones. I must be cornier than hell.
Then again C has a sedate life. When she brings me a present, no matter how small, I get a bit excitable. C brings her shoulders forward and her eyes start to flutter. She knows I go nuts.
One time she said to me, “I have never been that excited about ANYTHING.” I don’t get that either.
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As if I don’t have enough on my plate, I want to do another project…a garden site. Some of you only come in the spring, or the summer, or the fall, so you don’t get to see it all. I would like to do it! It would be my pleasure.
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I’m going up to the lake this coming weekend. There’s a graduation party I must attend. And the following week I am off to San Luis O to attend my Uncle’s housewarming. Summer is here! Time starts now.
