To Just Be Happy

"It's never something you do.

That's how they are…LOVE fades."
-Strange elderly woman to Woody Allen after an argument with ANNIE HALL
Annie Hall, 1977 motion-picture

Twenty-five years ago today

February 13, 1987
Friday The 13th

I like this verse:
From whatever place I write you will expect that part of my 'Travels' will consist of excursions in my own mind.
-S.T. Coleridge (1772-1834, English writer
I tend to go on my own excursions 'in my mind' as I write. Today is an out on-the-field day from the office. We are off at noon and on to the ferry to Sausalito for lunch at The Spinnaker.
My boss, Steve Adams, says, "The Prawn Louie salad is great there!"
I think I'll have that. I am glad today is a freebie, employee appreciation day. After the Sausalito festivities I will pack a few things and go to Longs Drugstore for some new packs of Polaroid film. I just love the instant gratification of seeing the photo right after I snap the shot. I have to snap some shots of Annabelle Montero, Jim Koran and Johnny Schaefer (if I am able to see all of them). I certainly hope it all works out. Oh, and I want to snap photos of Mark, too, of course.

It may be Friday the 13th but for some reason I made the day seem lucky versus un-lucky. That's my own good sense of positive thinking I believe. My four words to live by are "TO JUST BE HAPPY". My weekend adventure begins NOW.

Sometimes I wish I were a movie-star. Then again the drawbacks associated with it would be very non-private. The fortune and fame might be fun. I may look into serious print work modeling in the next few years. There is time. Isn't there? It's something that would give me some sort of exposure and could be fun. The only thing is that it is so time consuming and difficult when one is carrying on with another full-time job. I want Pac Bell Directory Sales. However, I sometimes feel there is more to life than all of that. I should (or could) do so many other things.

It's like I told Steve Flander, "While on vacation…especially if in another town or place…ideas tend to cross one's mind of starting new elsewhere."
I say 'no' though because California will always be my home.

Stephanie drove in to work this morning with Irene.  She's the blond wench who is good friends with Karyn Kossoff. I wonder how Karyn is doing these days. What is she up to now? It's neat when an old chum crosses my mind. I thought of Chad Mark Glen. I think I will mention my 'escapade' with him to Mark. I guess Mark's likely silent reaction would be worth it because I 'very much' doubt he would respond. Who knows?
Maybe Mark would say, "Wow!"

I suggested a snow escape weekend to Eileen. She's all for it. She excites me with passion. The passion really showed the other night when I was in bed and literally 'got off' the phone with her.

My windows in my car fog up so badly with this indecisive weather. I hate it. It could prove dangerous.

Steve Flander has a twenty-two year old pal who visited Costa Rica to see his family. Now Steve tells me that he is going to help him cross the border. What a friend… I don't think I'd get involved with something like that. I didn't with Paloma. We're still friends though. Aren't we? I wonder how long our friendship will last. I haven't heard from her since October 1986. This is puzzling.

The big news in the morning was that Paul Margolis was promoted to Sandy Maggiore's position. Sandy demoted herself to Telephone Sales in Santa Clara; however, she could make more money with the commission sales. I am still holding my own until I finally get to Telephone Sales.

I went to Sausalito with the work group at The Spinnaker. My tummy was full. We all had a good time. Nikki Bovee referred to me as 'the leader'. She gave Rhoda similar compliments. My knowledge of Organizational Behavior and our reaction to Paul's promotion makes her compliments rather transparent. It's no big deal to me (about Paul). Paul will flat on his face sooner or later.

I made it to Longs Drugstore in San Leandro for the Polaroid film. Then I drove to Mark's house in San Lorenzo. It was then that I learned that he had no intention of going to Los Angeles! What a party poop! It must be Friday the 13th. Instead, we decided to go to THE VORTEX in Palo Alto.   While waiting for Mark to get ready I took a photo of him shaving.   Mark took a photo of me drinking a bottle of LOWENBRAU.   I had an idea for him to take photo of me with his LIFE magazine in a very suggestive place.   He took the photo.  I wonder if he got any ideas from it.  Was I being suggestive enough?

Before we left, we called Annabelle Montero and her brother, Mike, and said, "If you don't hear from us by noon on Saturday…we didn't come down."

First, Mark and I got ready and went to HORATIO's in San Leandro where we met up with Debra Ann Tucker and her friend, Donna. I realized I knew Debra from an old Psychology class that I'd taken at the College Of Alameda. She denied it though.
Debra said, "No, I went to CAL."
I thought, "She's poppycock, a bull-shitter. I never forget a face."
She did say she worked at UPS (United Parcel Service). She's a liar. Her girlfriend, Donna, was thirty years old! She acted like a naïve dumb one also. I couldn't handle it. Mark and I 'latered' them only after Mark and Debra 'kissed-up' a big goodbye kiss.

We hit THE VORTEX in Palo Alto. I loved it. Mark didn't. He felt out of place. He couldn't loosen up. It was all in his mind. Peggy, the cocktail waitress, was a real wench. I ended up ordering drinks from the dorky, four-eyed waitress and she didn't bring them over to us right away. I moved on to new parameters of the club. The dorky waitress spoke in a very derogatory tone when she handed me the receipt, showing the amount I owed. It may be a while before I return to THE VORTEX. I know I don't want to leave the club until after midnight because then Friday the 13th will be over.

"I'm recommending we send her to the attic."
-as heard while watching DOLLHOUSE,
Season I, Episode 3, Stage Fright