Wild In The Country

[No, to my knowledge John has never REALLY done Special K and had sex with any or all of the Del Rubios. He HAS been slapped by Pete Burns of Dead or Alive, been kicked by Belinda Carlisle of the Go-Go's, almost stepped on Sandra Bernhard's daughter Cicely, and stolen the tambourine and set list belonging to the lead singer of another seminal '80's band who shall remain nameless for legal reasons. (That cheap bitch may still want her tambourine back.)]

[It was at his suggestion that I went back to previous entries and changed everyone else's names and a few specific locales. Huntington completists may request a translation sheet via e-mail.]

[Dinner with Grandma on Wednesday was sweet but a little sad. She's slowly losing the Auntie Mame verve and sliding into cranky old age. I can tell it often simply hurts to be old, and that constant discomfort dampens the most determined bon vivant's joie de vivre. One of her bests friends, who just lost her husband a couple of years ago, was also at the dinner, and while they both tried to maintain the party vibe for which they're both known, the residue of too much physical and emotional pain over too many years seemed to linger just underneath.]

[Dinner tonight, probably Ethiopian, with our even-tempered dyke friends from the Haight. Then tomorrow, the theatah with Mom and dinner with her and Dad. We're trying to decide on a venue: Wednesday's fest was traditional American, with everyone overdoing the red meat. I'm leaning toward seafood, maybe one of the chichi French places in S.F.'s Little Paris area, downtown on Bush. And after, maybe John and I will go dancing. And Sunday, I collapse.]

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