On Saturday morning I'm up early to lift weights prior to a bicycle with the former boss, Dr. K. Except that Dr. K calls and has to cancel because he has a fever. I jump on the new bike for an aquarium ride, water and feed the roses, and mow the lawn prior to Person T*'s arrival. We drive up to Pasadena to walk around the Huntington Library gardens and check out plants and flowers. The last time we did this I pointed out a person and said, "I bet that guy is a CIA agent". So this time Person T* occasionally points someone out and says, "Is that the CIA agent?" It is closing time at the gardens and there is an older gentleman who has been hovering around us for a while. So I tell Person T*, "That's the CIA agent. I bet that he was in Guatemala in 1954 for the fall of the government. I'm going to ask him." Person T* tries to pull me in the opposite direction, but I walk over to him (on the way towards the exit) and pause briefly in front of him and ask, "Were you in Guatemala in 1954 for the fall?" The older man is a bit startled - which I later use to point out to Person T* that he MUST be the CIA agent because we identified him - but he answers with, "No. But I would have like to have been." Yes, we identified the CIA agent.
Joe calls and asks if I am going out. There are four way negotiations between Ray, Joe, Person H_V, and Person J_VKPI as to where we will go and how we will get there. It is finally decided that I will pick up Person H_V (from Joe's apartment because Joe is not going due to early Sunday morning work) and drive to Person J_VKPI's apartment from which the three of us will drive in Person J_VKPI's "BunnyMobile" to the club. All goes according to plan as Person J_VKPI is on time for the first time in the 8 months that I have known him. We get to the club and I run into some ice hockey friends as well as other acquaintances. It is a fun evening out even if the music isn't great tonight. There's a conversation that I have and I'm asked why I moved to Los Angeles to which I reply, "I moved to LA to get away from drugs. (Pause) I miscalculated." We stay for some of the afterhours partying and I am collapsing in my bed just before the clock strikes 4am on Sunday.
I'm up early on Sunday to read the newspaper and to paint the dining room. I read in the LA Times that there were three murders on Saturday (and on into Sunday morning) on the exact street and approximate cross street where Person J_VKPI lives and two of them were in the same timeframe that we were there - 9:30pm and 3:30 am.
I get out for an hour of rollerblading and work on my stride technique. There's a cyclist that passes me and slows down who is wearing a UCSB Track and Field sweatsuit top. He slows down to allow me to catch up and he observes me for 30 seconds. I can (almost) see him drooling. He's envying my knee angle, my quad muscles, and my stride technique. There are no other incidents during this skate session.
I try to get in an afternoon nap but get interupted by telephones ringing (even if I don't answer them). And I have a brief conversation with Person T_V during which we discuss the color of my wedding dress - "White, of course".
I'm tired and operating on very few hours of sleep after a week of good cycling and running, so there's nothing left to do but go to a "voluntary, optional" ice hockey practice session for the team. I struggle through the 90 minutes but have fun anyway.