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Karma and Gregg
Jun. 19th, 2006 10:39 pmWhat an action-packed weekend ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
qbear and I had, spent in the company of some wonderful friends. Friday night, alpenhorn and sflonestar came over, bearing the newly released DVD of Valley of the Dolls, which only Gregg had seen (although I remembered the MAD Magazine parody of it). We ordered in some Chinese food and settled down to watch the movie, which was hilariously over the top. What was Patty Duke thinking? Her overacting, and in such a high-profile bad movie, totally capsized her budding movie career. Still, it was good fun, and my favorite bit was when she ducked rehab to go on a bender in ridiculous San Francisco dive bars. I also liked the end when the Barbara Parkins character says goodbye to her ex-boyfriend and then goes out to wander aimlessly in the snow, totally forgetting that it’s her own house and he should be the one leaving. And is it ALWAYS winter in that little New England village? Does that snow never melt?
As snacks, I served a variety of ‘dolls’ – Good ‘n’ Plenty, pastel M&Ms, fruit sours. Oddly no one touched the Vicodin, Prevacid, or Mycoxaphlopin.
Saturday we gathered upsfgarry and headed up to Sacramento for the second Sacramento Valley Bears pool party in a week, this time at the home of two guys whose name I never got. It was a grand party, anyway – 90-degree sunny weather, a refreshingly brisk pool, many pleasant guys having fun (including chukspace from SF). Only the snacks were lacking – too many chips, not enough dips. A bowl of shrimp tails hinted sadly that at one point shrimp may have been served. We grew weary of waiting for the hamburgers to be cooked and headed back to San Francisco early, reaching home just as the sun was setting.
Sunday we braced ourselves and headed over toabearius’ place in Berkeley, for an afternoon of cleaning and organizing his apartment. Suffice it to say that Jeff won’t be winning any homemaking awards, but sometimes a guy’s got to help another guy out. He rewarded us for our efforts with massages, and macaroni and cheese. My favorite moment of the day was when Jeff finished massaging Jack and came out to the kitchen for the big voila! moment, to see what I had done with it (I’d dusted and vacuumed, gotten rid of the cobwebs, organized the cookbooks, put stuff away, laid down contact paper, rearranged things, etc.). Jeff, looking sort of like Charlie Brown when he sees what has been done to his poor little Christmas tree that just needed a little love, squealed in delight and waved his hands excitedly. Later, as he was giving me my massage, he told me that what we had done had earned us mucho karma points …
… and oddly enough, a short while later we were driving across the Bay Bridge, $3 in hand to pay for the toll, when the toll booth driver waved us on. “The driver before you paid for your car,” he said. Jeff, you know your stuff!
qbear and I had, spent in the company of some wonderful friends. Friday night, alpenhorn and sflonestar came over, bearing the newly released DVD of Valley of the Dolls, which only Gregg had seen (although I remembered the MAD Magazine parody of it). We ordered in some Chinese food and settled down to watch the movie, which was hilariously over the top. What was Patty Duke thinking? Her overacting, and in such a high-profile bad movie, totally capsized her budding movie career. Still, it was good fun, and my favorite bit was when she ducked rehab to go on a bender in ridiculous San Francisco dive bars. I also liked the end when the Barbara Parkins character says goodbye to her ex-boyfriend and then goes out to wander aimlessly in the snow, totally forgetting that it’s her own house and he should be the one leaving. And is it ALWAYS winter in that little New England village? Does that snow never melt?As snacks, I served a variety of ‘dolls’ – Good ‘n’ Plenty, pastel M&Ms, fruit sours. Oddly no one touched the Vicodin, Prevacid, or Mycoxaphlopin.
Saturday we gathered up
sfgarry and headed up to Sacramento for the second Sacramento Valley Bears pool party in a week, this time at the home of two guys whose name I never got. It was a grand party, anyway – 90-degree sunny weather, a refreshingly brisk pool, many pleasant guys having fun (including chukspace from SF). Only the snacks were lacking – too many chips, not enough dips. A bowl of shrimp tails hinted sadly that at one point shrimp may have been served. We grew weary of waiting for the hamburgers to be cooked and headed back to San Francisco early, reaching home just as the sun was setting.Sunday we braced ourselves and headed over to
abearius’ place in Berkeley, for an afternoon of cleaning and organizing his apartment. Suffice it to say that Jeff won’t be winning any homemaking awards, but sometimes a guy’s got to help another guy out. He rewarded us for our efforts with massages, and macaroni and cheese. My favorite moment of the day was when Jeff finished massaging Jack and came out to the kitchen for the big voila! moment, to see what I had done with it (I’d dusted and vacuumed, gotten rid of the cobwebs, organized the cookbooks, put stuff away, laid down contact paper, rearranged things, etc.). Jeff, looking sort of like Charlie Brown when he sees what has been done to his poor little Christmas tree that just needed a little love, squealed in delight and waved his hands excitedly. Later, as he was giving me my massage, he told me that what we had done had earned us mucho karma points …… and oddly enough, a short while later we were driving across the Bay Bridge, $3 in hand to pay for the toll, when the toll booth driver waved us on. “The driver before you paid for your car,” he said. Jeff, you know your stuff!
