|Part 3||Day One|
Also, I was not in the mood to go out even to the
MAD DOG IN THE FOG,
because yesterday at the park I fell asleep after consuming large
quantities of the vodka-lemonade, and left side of my face is terribly
As Amelia put it quite nicely, I look as if someone hit me with a shovel. So everything was pretty much in favor of me having a substantial daily output, or at least getting started. As everyone knows, the journey of a thousand miles starts with a first step, and I was finally anxious to make that first step. Alas, it was not to be.
|EB burst into the Drinking Room and without a word started a simplified coffee making procedure. I was grateful that he did not ask how my work was progressing. Not that he was putting any pressure on me. As a matter of fact, last night, after we came back from the park, the rest of the gang of 4 was making fun of me for being unable to get the project of the ground.|
But EB defended me on the ground that :
"most everyone in this country is so disgustingly responsible, so seeing Ely doing a lousy job is like a breath of fresh air.
I felt grateful to the big guy, although it is possible that he too was making fun of me, but in a more subtle way.
Also, I'll probably never know if he was being
sarcastic when he approached me, put his hand on my
shoulder, and suggested I take a day off. He suggested
we all go see a movie.
It appears that one of us, and all I know is that it wasn't me, but the rest of the group were later denying it was any of them, have heard or read somewhere that this documentary called SYNTHETIC PLEASURES was something not to be missed, and told EB about it. The fact is we haven't been at the movies in a long time. As a group, that is.
|And we used to do it regularly before we moved into the Bay Area. There was another factor involved: Bill informed us that it was time to move the car due to the street cleaning the next day, so it was a perfect opportunity to mix business with pleasure.|