Howard: The same as what?
Judy: The same as the people who aren’t different.
WHAT’S UP DOC,
1972 motion-picture
Twenty-five years ago
July 23, 1987
Stefanni Alexander has been calling me ‘off and on’ all week, telling me how much she likes me. I like her, too. I am looking forward to her visit here on the weekend of August 22, 1987.
I finally got that phone call from the Aussie (Leslie A.) who happens to be in Santa Monica, California right now.
Leslie said, “I don’t really like it here and I want to come up to your area.”
I had expected another call from her the very next day but she didn’t call back! Oh well…such is life.
The flight attendant, Jeff Cooty, called from St. Louis, Missouri.
Jeff said, “Hey, we should meet up sometime when I’m in the Bay Area in a couple of weeks.”
“That sounds good,” I said, feeling rather surprised that he actually called me.
I didn’t even recall who he was at first. I do remember him being so nice on the flight back from Hawaii. I slipped him my telephone number. Who knew he’d actually call?
On Friday night, Carla and I were to see LA BOMBA after dinner. Of course, the planned event never did transpire. I still felt like an outing, so I did a very outrageous thing. I drove all the way down to Los Angeles!
I arrived at 11:30PM and made it to THE RAGE by midnight. I saw my ex-flame, George Jones, looking like a crazed, horny femme fatale with ‘blonder’ hair and light mascara. What happened to him?
I also met John, a visitor from Czechoslovakia. I watched MTV on the video screen with him and a gal named Branca at his hotel. I finally left his hotel at around 5:30AM. They were both asleep.
I asked myself, “What am I doing here?”
And so, I just left.
I was on the road again heading home to Alameda. It was an outrageous, random getaway. I don’t think I’ll ever do it again. I may fly there though.
Stuart Western, my gym buddy, had talked about bike riding on Saturday but that never panned out either.
I watched two films with my mom and dad: ENEMY MINE and BLUE VELVET. After the films I went to bed while mom and dad proceeded to watch PEGGY SUE GOT MARRIED.
Steffani called me from Honolulu again! I love it when she calls me.
I receive a surprise letter and two postcards from Bill Matson who is now in Provincetown, Massachusetts. He says it’s a beautiful area. I wrote to him. I also wrote to Steffani Alexander, of course.
I felt FAT on Sunday. I believe it is because I have not been doing much physical activity. I was envious of David, a blond, body builder fellow that I had casually spoke to at THE RAGE. He was nice but nothing came of it.
I am really in deep LIKE with Steffani Alexander at this point. She is still my favorite current event. I still cannot help but wonder if the Australian Leslie will ever call me back.
Johnny called.
He said, “I’m recording songs extensively.”
Whatever that means.
April 25, 1983
I decided to go ahead and go to the Alameda Christian Fellowship and meet Suzy, Renee and Michael Miller. After the spiritual experience at their church I returned home for breakfast. The outing was a delightful one ‘in a way’.
I plan on making tentative airline reservations for ‘three’ on June 10, 1983. We shall see if Suzy and Renee ‘chicken out’ on the trip to New York.
My escape at the Santa Cruz Retreat with Michael Miller inspired me to move out and be on my own. I went ahead and did some apartment hunting. I have now given a one-hundred dollar deposit at a place called THE TIMBERS in San Leandro, California. I plan to move-in on June 1, 1983. I cannot believe I will have my very own apartment in San Leandro. This, of course, depends on the fact that my application will be accepted. The monthly rent will be $490; however, they have an option-to-buy clause if the place is converted to condominiums. I am told it is a very likely possibility in one year (or so).
Tonight I watched the comedy WHAT’S UP DOC, starring Ryan O’Neal and Barbra Streisand. It was pretty funny.
I did make those New York airline reservations on United Airlines for June 10th. There will be layovers in Chicago—but the trip isn’t carved in stone. Renee is now considering the idea of staying home to simply save up some money.
I went straight to bed after WHAT’S UP DOC. Yawn.
Now and then a memorable idea comes out of these lovely clouds, but much of the piece evaporates after it’s read.
-Christopher Bram
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