A Whirlybird Knows No Sleep
Sunday
I’m beginning to believe I could live in a cardboard box and be fine. Arrived in wet, cold Boston and had a wonderful, fabulous dinner with J – sometimes a meal with her is like something out of a feel good movie – it’s always perfect and she remarked that I am back on the planet again – thankfully. And we talked about A through Z as we always do, and when we got to L – love – we agreed that there are many forms of love, no one is better than the other – they are just different.
Monday
Then a good day with B the next day seeing clients and it was off to NY – but wait, there were delays and calls from N that the Bean was sick – and then it was late – and at 11 I was working out in the Muse’s gym and consternating over Arlene and already exhausted.
Tuesday
…and in the morning the Bean was still sick and now at the vet’s and there were meetings one after another – and worry about the Bean – and no word from my contractor and L called it Consumer Terrorism – the lighting place called and said the fans I ordered are no longer available – and then N went to pick up the Bean and I finally got back to my hotel and changed for dinner and then another call – she was sick again – and back to the vet – and now N is in tears because the Bean is so pathetic – and I’m sick and have to go have dinner – and so I had three big Cosmopolitans with H who told me stories of mashed potatoes and knee surgeries and handset events – and we wound up meeting P, G and S with P’s friend late in the Whiskey Bar wondering why 50 year old men were cruising 17 year olds all around me…
Wednesday
Then it was more meetings and the Bean puked in the morning and N brought her back to the vet and this time it was to stay there and get IVs – and finally she stabilized – and the meetings were good – then there was lunch with F, who had been with me all day, and F said, as only a gay man can, “honey, you were played then dumped, but your revenge is sweet” – and he commented how I was back on the planet again and this made him happy. And he’s happy having met B and matched chemistry with more and you could read it on his face. And we sat outside at St. Barts and it was a beautiful spring day in NY and our waiter had gorgeous hazel eyes and we luxuriated with a glass of champage and indulgent chit chat. Raced back to the hotel from afternoon meetings and slid into Prada for retail therapy. Then a stretch limo picked me and clients up and we went to the Yankee game and sat front row by home plate with Jeter’s butt in my face all night and may I just remark what an awesome ass Derek Jeter has – possibly the best I have ever seen on a man – and since I saw it for 9 innings I should know – the ride back in the limo I stood up through the hole and when we got to Times Square, Mariah Carey was singing to a large crowd that had gathered and fireworks were going off all over – it was nutty. I lay in bed thinking about things that make my mind swirl – thinking about S, about the Bean, about the house, about hurricane season (when I was getting out of the limo K said to me “they are predicting three horrible hurricanes to hit New Orleans this year” and I just looked at him and winked and smiled and said, “I hope not”)…
Thursday
Up late – exotic dreams – lingered in bed over the NYT and tea – a six mile run in Central Park – a couple of epiphanies that were startling – the distance is coming and I am ready to start the novel, I have my “in” to it – the red headed girl in my dreams, I now know from whence she came, funny how I didn’t put two and two together before – I love NY – a dash back to the hotel – call to the vet = Bean needs to stay one more night – dash to JFK to return home but not without multiple phone calls in the back of the limo dealing with this and that.
I thought I was going to dread coming home what with all the crap going on here – the LaLa under some kind of inertia spell, the Bean having a pancreatitis relapse (actually wanted to come only for her), on and on and on – but it felt good to come home and be home and tomorrow I’ll get the Bean and give her as much love as I possibly can – and BJ is in town and we’ll have lunch and then there is a party at N’s tomorrow night too – so dance card full as usual – and Saturday is the election and hopefully some momentum will follow the aftermath and on and on…