There are a number of meetings in support of a meeting in front of the Los Angles County Board of Supervisors scheduled for Tuesday, May 29th, 2002. There are charts to get ready, letters to write, and other issues to deal with.
In the midst of the chaos, I start wearing one of the his'n'hers multi-colored, bead necklaces that I recently purchased - one for myself and one for Person G. Person T* sees the necklace that I am wearing and will not leave it alone. At first she just smiles. Then she smiles, later in the day, it becomes laughter. Then, later again, she calls me on the telephone (even though her office is only a 20 meter walk from mine) to talk about the necklace. Finally, late in the day on Thursday, she does walk over to my office to discuss the necklace.
On Friday morning I am helping the contractor install my new windows. (Mainly to help keep the screams inside the house boundaries and not draw attention from the neighbors.) The contractor is an interesting guy who has raced before and is currently building a racecar. So we have a fun time as we make progress on the windows. Person E calls in the middle of the morning and wants to go for another bicycle ride during the weekend. It will have to be Sunday morning.
Friday night is taken up with ResourceScout activities. Brandon calls twice to see if I will join him at a club, but we work late and I cannot join him.
Saturday morning I wake up with a worsening sore throat and body aches, so I take it easy: I do the laundry, go for a 26 mile bicycle ride, help the contractor install more windows, get a haircut, mow the lawn, lift weights, watch qualifying for Monte Carlo, and relax. Person E and I speak and we'll be riding Sunday at 10am. This fits in with the appointment with Person T* to trim her trees. Person W makes contact and I tell him to join me at a club in West Hollywood on Saturday night. So on Saturday night, after the easy day described above, I'm heading for West Hollywood.
Brandon also calls me as I'm on the way to the club. He says that Joe and another friend will be there. There is a reasonable crowd tonight. Person N is there and we smile at each other but do not engage in conversation. Person W is there but by the time that I am available to talk with him he has left. There is a very scary guy who comes up next to me a few different times and just starts staring at me. He looks like a serial killer on a complete alphabet soup of drugs - LSD (acid), MDMA (ecstacy), GHB (gammahydroxybutyrate), and Special K (ketamine). I turn to Joe and yell into his ear, "Help me out, here, Joe. I need some help." Joe sees the guy and knows what I mean, so he puts both his arms around me and we pretend to be paired up. The serial killer gets the idea and leaves me alone. Joe introduces me to a friend, Person Q, and even though I know that Person Q currently has a significant other, I just have to tell Person Q that he has a very cute smile. By the end of the evening I have told Person Q this 5 times - each time it elicits another smile that I enjoy. On the way out of the club at 1am I introduce myself to Person A and insist that he call me to have lunch sometime. I am dropping my head onto the pillow of my bed just as the 80 year old Ansonia clock chimes twice (to be followed shortly by the 110 year old Seth Thomas chiming twice as they are not perfectly synchronized).
Sunday morning I lift weights, go for a bicycle ride with Person E (because he asked and I cannot say No), and head over to help Person T* trim trees (because she asked and I cannot say No). We finish the tree trimming in a short amount of time (it was only to get some branches away from electric utility lines). I am exhausted from activities, late nights, and being sick, so we lay down on outdoor lawn furniture and have a long conversation. Person T* chooses the soundtrack from 2001 Space Odyssey for background music so, being a child of the 60's, I have to explain to her what the movie is about and what the soundtrack meant. We turn our attention, of course, to drugs, kids, life, gardening, sexual orientation, health, music, and movies. Person T* asks me the question, "Have you ever shot heroin with drag queens and space aliens on Hollywood Blvd in a white Fiat station wagon?" (I'm glad she made it specific to a white Fiat station wagon because I can then truthfully answer "No". Recall that my Fiat station wagon was green.) After a nutritious dinner, Person T* invites me to stay around to watch a movie, but I must decline and go home because I am collapsing. Sunday night, after another telephone call from Person T* to discuss a few other things and to invite herself and Benjamin over to the house to see the new windows, I pass out and collapse into bed at 10pm (assisted by activities, illness, and an Actifed).
Monday is a very slow day. I get out for a bicycle ride, but it still takes three diet Cokes to get close to a level of consciousness after the ride. I, more or less, help the window contractor with some windows. Person T* calls and cancels her (and Benjamin's) visit, so early in the afternoon I find an empty bottle of whiskey that I have consumed on this day. And try to think a bit about my own alphabet soup.