4:20 PM Fri Oct 14 – 77
Blessed book! The joy, the solidity, the security this diary has afforded me all my life can’t be measured. Bizarre letter from my dentist thanking me for referring “Mr. Arlen” to them! Now I have to wear makeup to the dentist! Hope I don’t run into Ryder while wacked out on Novocain. Usual day of quotidian pursuits, washing lingerie & hair, filing, letters. Avril writes that Mason is moving in with a friend! He thinks it will be “better” for her. Uh oh. Sure sounds like death knell to me – he dragged her all the way out there, ran busily through her money & lost his spark. Still others relationships are always so much clearer! Now we can be glad she’s not going to school – she needs to get out NOW. Plush Palace – Mon – 11:40 PM 17 Oct 77 4 Dancers on tonight but Cindy and Linda walked out, ticked about my raise (I didn’t tell them.) So more dancing (and $$). Plus coffee machine broken and we need to order out so I treated myself to 2 Krispy Kremes. Ah, the simple joys. Five-year plan guy is back. His “Love is Alive” – unfortunately. The most gorgeous autumn weather tonight driving here – my heart soared. ONE MORE SET! Then fling on fake fur “Shakespearean” coat, jump into El Diablo, off into the night. Bar deserted, tips unspeakable. Asked if I could cash a check with Randy he just handed me a $20 bill, so there’s gas. Kiki says she’s getting married, worked the whole evening on her guest list for Big Event in Fredericksburg. Reading Hardwick’s Seduction & Betrayal and appreciating it although something’s “off” about her. Why won’t the ventriloquist put down the dummy and just talk? And she’s just flat wrong about Woolf and Plath. I brood about letting R. know where I am. Brave or stupid? Stupid, I think. Better class him with “dead end relationships”. I have plenty of people I’d never want to see again – Bruce and Kyro spring to mind. Other people I feel good about like Toss Sheffield. He’d be fun to see again. Could he handle my dancing? He had a fun “hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy” attitude in general towards effort & enterprise. 12:10 PM- Plush Palace – Wed 19 Oct 77 Dance night, then dance the next day kind of rough. And days are bad when the weather’s good – no one comes in. I seem to have a lot of bills – just turned on the heat – but I’m meeting them. Making some inroads today on Thomson’s Life of Frost. Randy fired Robin – Yvonne needs $300 immediately because she just bought a piano. Well good luck getting it out of this crowd is all I can say. Paz’s “on call” because she left her husband and moved into the motel across the street. Let’s hope she shows up. Last time I saw her she was pretty depressed; said she gave him “the best four years of her life.” I have to get this all down in case I need it someday. R used to be especially pissed when I got nostalgic for dancing. But dancing is its own little world. 7:30 PM- Plush Palace – Thu 20 Oct 77 This aft I was getting ready for work phone rang, I say hello and Ryder’s tight little voice says: (very meaningfully) Hello. I turned the radio down (Lakmé) and said casually as I could, “How are you?” He said he should enroll in FBI school after all the trouble he’d had tracking me down. (It couldn’t have been that hard since Mom and Dad’s house sitter has giving my # to all and sundry.) Said he was a non-communicative procrastinator who should fling himself off the 14th St Bridge. I told him I lived in Beltsville and danced in Virginia, refused to give further details. I didn’t let him get away with any of his garbage. He said I’d been in town since Sept 8 without contacting him. I said he’d made it pretty plain he didn’t like what I had to offer. Then why did I come back? I said, I like it here. Creep! Like he owns the world! He said, will you eat with me? Hmmm. Something rattling in Pandora’s box. While I hesitated he said don’t make me disguise myself as a girl scout cookie salesman (he could get away with it, too.) He said he hasn’t gone out to dinner since our last night at Alfio’s!!! (I guess the Emmys don’t count but I said nothing.) Said he’s having to sell his furniture and sleep on an air mattress because he can’t make the payments. Aww. This is the idiocy of buying furniture on time, but I still say nothing. So we’re meeting Babe’s Sun at 3:30. Seems fairly safe… Rushed to library and took out every true murder book I could find. Just in case.
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