Yesterday was a special day. Any day that you get to see a John Singer Sargent painting (center left) in the flesh is a special day, but if you throw in Ruscha, Rauschenberg, Warhol, Bellows, Eakins, Ellsworth Kelly, Serra and about a dozen other fantastic artists, then, oh, the inspiration! I am so grateful Rod suggested our sortie, we had a great time.
Then Rod went to make his amends in Manhattan Beach. Among many emails of the day, came the news from Tennessee Tony that he had "transitioned" to friendship with the guy who, a month ago, he told me he was seeing exclusively. Thank God he told me to not even pretend I wasn't happy about it, cause I was, dagnabit! And frankly, Tony has an ego the size of battleship to the left (while I am a mere rower in the boat below it.) There's nothing that tickles him more than an ex who remains enamored, though in that painless and flattering way. Here's the deal with me and him: I make him laugh, and that my dears, is forever.
And the reason I say something is in the air, is that last night I sat down in this big hall to listen to a story of recovery, and who sits right next to me but the young man I got lucky with at the very last minute in Provincetown back in August! (he lives in Palm Springs.) You'd think it was yesterday, there was an immediate comfort level that I daresay will lead to something horizontal before the weekend is over. I was a bit shocked to realize that he may have been the last person I was with, though I was able to joke that I had at least remained faithful!
I can't help but wonder if this is a case of things getting interesting when you completely accept they're not going to. Or it could be something in the stars, or in the air. I'm leaving nothing to chance. It's tight T-shirts and contact lens for me this weekend.
MCO 2008
Rod is really quite photogenic and his energy level is palpable, great collage. Today, you've got me humming Phil Collins, but I am delighted that there is something in the air. I swear that there is a soundtrack to life in my head. Off to be treated to a birthday lunch by some friends. Work that T-shirt!
i forgot we took those pics. i remember walking around those steel sculptures that reminded you of a ghost shipyard and i remember thinking i had slipped through the looking glass for a minute. it was indeed a "livin in the city" day. thank you for helping me laugh.