On couch surveying photos with dad. Supposed to visit Nancy in Calabasas today. A load of this family dropping in on her and Jerry's million-dollar home. I don't think Peter, Jeana and them see Nancy too often. I haven't seen her since my 19th birthday. She met me in Santa Monica and we got some not so great Japanese food. The place the family can feel culturally connected, yeah? I think Jeana might have a little chip on her shoulder about it. She's a super family girl. They all are. Nothing wrong with that. But a lot of people aren't. Nancy seems like one of them. I'm not "super-family-girl". I do enjoy it though. Mom is in the closest proximity. And things were always done way-differently. Sometimes our lives get a little crazy. Jeana says she can't understand friends or relatives that can move places so far from family. There's an emphasis on unit here big time. It's semi-foreign for me. It's fun to watch this house on a Friday night. Mixed drinks, pool table parties, brothers & sisters, boyfriends. Jennifer all made up, curled hair, painted-in eye brows.
2:30 pm- Sitting in yard. Wake up at 9am to wait 2 hours for Shelby to wake up and get ready. Everyone is putting on their face. I'm excited to go see Nancy but man I'm waiting until I can just take that car and do a couple of things I would like to do. Wrote Maddy & the gang a postcard. Gotta send it today. I want to pick up Donna Milan tonight. Take her out for a milk shake. She, after all, was the person I toasted the new year with. Tried to buy me a drink at Monticello's Really friendly. Connecting on some principal of being alone. It's okay. I've spent new years eve alone before. It was a good time spent. And I like Donna. Didn't get to say goodbye to her that night. She flew home in the morning. In the Monticello's downstairs, left behind by the companions we came with all unknowing, myself at least that it was due mostly to the dickish conduct of Caitlin and Albert's brother in-law. Cornering, telling us we were underage, trying to create a bunch of narcs. It did nothing good for the night. Man that was only a week ago. Nuts! The distances a person can travel. Go from seeing Don, jumped and Karl & Leo pulling his underwear up his arse in front of his new girlfriend to one week later eating greasy burgers in awkward silence, mostly in Downey, California. I guess it takes a retro diner to bring people back together sometimes. It did. A showcase filled with Bob's Big Boy piggy banks for sale
behind the triangle cashier counter.
So maybe milkshakes, coffee, and board games later with Donna. Other adventures? She lives on Miracle Mile? Near Fairfax sounds like, which means near "Canter's Deli". The best burger I ever had before I went veg. Bacon, avocado, burger w/cheese. I just want to go photograph it. Take pictures back to Caitlin. She owns Montichello's, wanna give her some inspiration.
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