Thursday, April 6th 2006
Bittersweet Endings
Raging Stallion has scheduled a scene with François and some other dudes to be shot today. Last night we had to relocate our sleeping quaters to allow room for a new import. We slept in F’s twin bed. Yup, a twin bed. I think we managed quite well to be honest. At one point I woke up because my right side had fallen asleep and I found myself staring right at his handsome mug. I have never been a fan of the “watching him sleep thing” but MAN! He has this curve to his lips right under his nose and a dimple in the chin that just beckons for glares. I stayed up an extra minute and lost all feeling in the right side of my body. Well worth it b/c when I finally threw my shoulder over he woke up slightly and turned over!
As I kissed him goodbye, he said that he would call me later. I had a feeling his scene was going to carry him way into the night. I do not know Raging Stallion and their shooting styles, but I know porn. Any scene involving 3 or more guys is a crap shoot as far as time is concerned. I didn’t have the desire to say goodbye to him. I was totally comfortable living in denial till tomorow morning when I leave. I hate drawn out goodbyes; especially when that goodbye means being separated by an ocean. I am not good at goodbyes. They are always “see you laters”.
It was cold when I returned home and I spent the afternoon doing laundry, getting stoned and finishing the Ben and Jerry’s N.Y. SuperFudge in Kevin’s fridge. All done to the stylings of season 5 of Six Feet Under. Kevin suggested visiting our neighborhood bar, Moby’s, for a game of pool with the boys over some drafts. The bartender, John, who was just getting off, was unbelievably gracious and bought all of my Red Hooks. He would have bought the rounds for the crew, but my frinds are in the middle of training. They have signed up for a Triathalon involving a swim from Alcatraz! Well, I was not training and told John to keep the pint glass full!
I enjoy pool. I enjoy beer. The two shall not mix. That was my lesson today. At 9:30 on a Thursday the last thing you want to be doing is sloshing your way around a pool table. At one point I gave Kevin my cue stick and surrendered. It was for the better of everyone’s evening. After an obligatory slice of pizza from Marcello’s (The Best!) it was off to bed. I drifted off to sleep a little drunk and very blue.
