November 12, 2013

• Catching Up

  I had been locked out of my Xanga account for a while because, according to the notification that appeared, my subscription had expired on April 30th 2014.  Thanks to Janet's (slmret) suggestion that I contact Eugenia Kang, everything got straightened out.

  During my absence from Xanga, Big Bad Bob came to the end of his ailing kidney function.  This is a picture I took of him on the day of his final exit.  His head looks disproportionately large because he's nothing but hair and bones.

  

  Here (below) he appears in all his glory.

  

  At his death, he weighed a scant 7 pounds, half of his healthy weight.

  This photo of Shola and Bob necking, was taken about a year ago.

  

  Shola seems indifferent to his absence but is actively trying to take his place in the house and in my heart.  While I'm not  immune to her charms, I'm not ready to enter into another committed kitty relationship.  She's the rebound pussy.

  Mike is back in Washington, helping a friend rehab a condo in Seattle.  I've decided to treat myself to a mini-vacation by flying up for a conjugal visit for his birthday.  He's staying in a beautiful condo near the one he's working on, also owned by his friend, on the 15th floor of a hotel just a few blocks from everything Seattle has to offer.

  We talk on Skype every night so when he didn't call last night I was surprised.  I took my tablet to bed with me and about a half an hour after I had gone to sleep, I heard a voice say, "Are you there?  It's all black."  I have it set to answer automatically because we had been using it to monitor Bob while we were at work towards the end.

  Mike's tale of his evening dragged me back to consciousness:

  Too tired and hungry to even shower and change out of his paint splattered work clothes, he descended from the 18^th floor of one of the most prestigious hotels in Seattle in search of food.  At The Cheesecake Factory, he was told it would be about a 40 minute wait for a table but that they served dinner in the bar if he wanted a faster meal.  He slid onto an open bar stool next to two super-model-gorgeous women, one a flawless Eurasian beauty, the other an African mixed-race, specimen of exotic, female pulchritude.  To his amazement, they proceeded to kiss and fondle each other in a most provocative manner.  Thankfully, the waiter came to take his order, distracting him from the erotic spectacle and sparing him the humiliation of public arousal. 

  Only a minute later, another wait staff person brought his plate.  Though delighted, and nearly drooling on the plate, he had to confess to the waitress that he didn’t think that could possibly be his order.  She confirmed what he had ordered and placed it in front of him, so he dove in with gusto.  Not long after another waiter admitted that she had served him another patron’s order but the damage was already done. 

  Hunger assuaged, he headed home, threading his way through a throng of people milling around in front of a theater.  A woman impeded his progress holding out a ticket and asked if he would like a $45 ticket for free.  She explained that the theater had made a mistake and issued it to her when she had ordered a different seat.  They had remedied their error but didn’t want the original ticket back and told her to give it to someone.  “What kind of concert is it?” he asked.  She replied “David Sadaris is speaking”.  The name rang a bell but he couldn’t immediately remember who that was, but figured, what the heck, he had nothing else to do (except take a shower and change his clothes).  Of course when he saw the program he realized that he had read both Naked and Barrel Fever.  David's performance was hilarious and he (Mike) was still laughing when he got home to tell me all about the propitious timing of the events of his evening. 

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