Speaking Confidentially: 08 December 1997

Parties and Farewell

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Only in showbiz. A production exists, the mutant offspring of the already pathe Ice-capades, called Toy Story on Ice. Buzz Lightyear and Katrina Witt. I don't see it.

treeParty the First

On Friday KMJ had a party at her house in Capitol Hill that made me consider how uninteresting our apartment is. Clean and new and utterly lacking in details like shelves built into the walls and transoms and such. Every time I want to gripe about how boring our apartment is, though, I do remember that in a cool old building, away from a complex, I would have no pool. Which is not a sacrifice I am willing to make here in the Land No Lakes. Forgive the grammar; the pun doesn't work otherwise. And how an older place, like the slum I lived in Storrs, just never feels clean.

Sabrina, HAO, and I discussed the intimacy level a relationship has reached depending on what you'll let the other person see. Privacy about the processes of elimination vary much more by individual than by relationship, and that discussion revealed little; then HAO asked, "What about squeezing the other person's blackheads?" and of course we were off and running with that. Which, naturally, led to a discussion of Bioré. Sabrina has never tried the strips. Except that she has lovely skin (which matches her lovely hair, eyes, and figure, her charming personality, her gracious manner, and her academic prowess), so I wonder if the experience would be fulfilling.

And Dexy, as usual, played deejay, with KMJ's new cd player and HAO's disks, and one selection was a Police greatest hits collection. What's its name, Every Breath You Take or something? I wouldn't have it in my house, myself: I have all the albums and I dislike the new mix of "Don't Stand So Close to Me."

treeParty the Second

Someone from work had a party with a friend on Saturday. One was new in town, living in a great space, but knew no one; the other knows everyone everywhere but likens her apartment to an elevator shaft. The flat was terrific, and all the better for being jammed with about a hundred people. Vivid cloth clown fish inhabited a large fish tank; tiny white Christmas lights illuminated the ceiling molding; huge windows reflected the lights and the conversation; and most everyone held a martini glass; very Noel Coward. I introduced RDC to a few people I work with, one of whom we saw in the airport when I came back from Connecticut in May. Spotting people you know here and there is a crucial element of community for me. I met a New Age novelist, someone in the Colorado Attorney General's Office, and someone else's fiancée. That was a great time, a scintillating party.

treeSweet sweet sorrow

I drove HAO to the airport, promising to remember which side of the parking garage I parked in when I pick her up. In August I led her to the west side instead of the east, or vice versa; and all sides of all airports look alike, and since it was cloudy the mountains neglected to clue me in to my orientation, so we had to drag ourselves and her flotsam clear to the opposite corner.

treeSweet sweet sorrow

PLT told me about Advanced Book Exchange, a consortium of used book dealers. I thought Amazon had just found me The Shadow Guests, so the first book I looked for was The Bassumtyte Treasure. Score. Mine for $20.00 from a place in Stony Brook, New York, called Book Rescue. Ha. Then a few days later Amazon said that no, they didn't have The Shadow Guests, so I looked for it. I could get it signed for $30 from Australia or a $15 review copy from in country, thus faster, and aren't review copies first editions? Sigh. Two of my favorite children's books, OOP but not inaccessible, thanks to ABE and PLT. I looked for The Changeling, too, but the copies available were way too expensive for me. Back to Broadway for those.

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