Better Be Careful

“Nothing is over until I say it is!”
-Karen Black
TRILOGY OF TERROR, 1975 film

Twenty-five years ago today:

March 23, 1987
Monday

Eileen was not at home at nine o’clock last night. I am assuming she went to see a movie. I telephoned her from my office today and she was chipper and feeling as happy as sunshine. We discussed the possibility of our going to Los Angeles during the third week of April. I am now having second thoughts about it.

Carla may go to Miami this weekend (or next). I’m envious.

Los Angeles had the biggest $325 Million dollar Cocaine Bust in the history of California. I heard it in the news. I wonder if dreamy green-eyed Gary lost an old source. Carla had better be careful if she’s thinking of making cocaine money. She made a little joke about it…or was it a joke? And now she’s going to Miami. Who knows?

I am going to call Grimme Modeling Agency today for an appointment and see what transpires. Nothing ventured…nothing gained.

It was a great day because Steve Adams had the day off. He irks me with his doorknob personality. He usually sits at his desk quietly all day. There’s no excitement or fun feeling about him. He’s married and I wonder if his wife is exciting. I hope she is (for his sake).

An Account Collection Representative in Los Angeles resigned today. It’s just as well. It’s my identical job here in Northern California and I can easily relate to that action.

I went bicycling after work in my new green bike shorts. It was a good ride. I did a short stint of babysitting for my niece, Ashley, after the ride. I bought her a little Easter Bunny. She picked pictures for my House Book from magazines and started to watch the movie THE BAD SEED with me. We also watched a bit of ALF and VALERIE.

Ashley cried when I turned one of the lights off. Is she afraid of the dark? Well nevertheless, we had fun. Sherri had a friend to take out and her mom (Janet) was sick. I didn’t mind watching Ashley for a few hours.

I telephoned Margaret Lai and confirmed our outing for this Sunday.

Troy Nelson wrote me a letter from Salt Lake City, Utah and the last line he wrote was: “See you in the movies or GQ.”

Carla also mentioned the idea of me looking into the modeling scene. I want to look into it…I guess. I will have to be more serious about it if it’s really something I want to explore.

I wrote postcards tonight to the Hawaiian pals (Carla, Jeff, Stefan), Michael Thoennes, Paloma, John Murrough and Teddy Charach.   I decided to go to Hawaii again.  I just need to figure out 'when'.

007 asked, “Who are you?” after waking from being shot by a sedative gun.
“My name is Pussy Galore.”
007 replied, “I must be dreaming.”
-GOLDFINGER
1964 motion-picture