JD is going to win. I just know it. Watching Suzie last night, I noticed a similarity to Suzie Quatro. How did I miss that? Too bad there aren’t any performance shows left, she could have done a rousing rendition of the famous Leather Tuscadero song, Do the Fonzie. MiG is too theatrical for INXS. Although I have this odd need to scoop him up and have him sit on my shoulder like a little parrot. And there was this guy named Marty that I don’t ever recall seeing before. He was kind of blah.

I think the reason I like JD is he has quite a bit of Elvis inside of him. He does a lot of knee drops and he wears black eyeliner and mascara. Oh, and did you see him kiss Dave Electra on the cheek last night? Appealin’ to all sorts, he is! Me likey JD!

UPDATE! I wasn’t the only one who noticed! And no, I didn’t feel like a pervert searching for the phrase, JD Kissing Dave Navarro.

Clicking on the image will whisk you away to Ricky.org where you can watch the performances from last night. Note the sequin-encrusted bullhorn J.D. used during the performance of his original song, Pretty Vegas! (So Elvis!)

Lisa gave me a gift certificate to a local spa for a massage. The thought of walking into the place and asking for a massage disturbs me. I have always believed in tackling irrational fears so this is a good excuse if not just to get a massage but to do something that frightens me. I don’t know what it is that makes me so queasy*. Why should I be embarrassed to ask for a service they provide? For a long time, I was scared that the masseur would take one look at my body and say, “I would prefer not to touch you.” That doesn’t worry me too much anymore. The thing is, I had a massage once before.

About 3 years ago, Lisa and I vacationed at a Mexican resort. The last day, I had a massage, spur of the moment. It was the most relaxed I have ever felt. I remember afterward, floating outside and ordering a Dos Equis. I spent the next couple hours swinging back and forth overlooking the ocean. I tell you, more bars should have swings. I look back to that moment in time whenever I feel stressed or overworked.

I know why Lisa gave me the certificate. It was very thoughtful. Now I just have to use it.

*1. I don’t want to be naked in front of another person
2. I am afraid I will groan
3. I am afraid I might fart

I finally organized all my spycam pictures. I know I am missing a ton of pics since I rarely bothered to save them, especially in the early days. Can you believe I’ve been doing this since 1998? There are some dupes here and there and some of the pix aren’t in perfect order but on a whole they are better than they had been, scattered throughout different folders all over my hard drive. What really amazes me is that this page is still up! Of course, isn’t Germany rather well-known for the number of dead people discovered each year, still in their apartments, many years after their deaths?

I wrote a note to the online store where I bought Audra’s birthday gift.

When can I expect my order to arrive? It’s been over 4 weeks and I am concerned. Has the order shipped?

A response came back saying that it has indeed shipped and it should arrive any day now. I hope to goodness it does arrive and that it works! I hope not to repeat the experience I had with the TV DDR pad/piece of crap that I bought for myself.

I just had a disturbing vision. On Saturday, at the Fair at the Old Age Home where Erin works, there was a DJ playing Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra songs. Erin and I tried to get him to play Groove is in the Heart but he refused.
“Girls, this isn’t the audience for Groove is in the Heart.”
He was right. The old folks were enjoying the Frank Sinatra tribute. They rocked to the beat of ole Blue Eyes. Can you imagine what Old Folks’ Homes will be like in 30-40 years? Is it possible that the old timers will be listening to the Sex Pistols? How surreal!

Assisted Care Facility…. I know, I know

Dinner was terrific. My father really should enter a chili-making tournament. I think he could win with his Texas Red recipe.

Lisa and I stayed much later than usual. Tonight was the premiere of My Fair Brady and I wanted to see it. I should have known better. How can I describe this show? Quite a number of years ago, Audra and I went to a 3-day Star Trek Convention called Shore Leave. The one night, at a party in the ballroom, I stood at the edge of the dance floor looking out over a sea of Klingons, Highlanders, Vulcans, and other oddly attired people. My eye then caught sight of something foul. There was a couple not more than 10 feet away from me having sex on the dance floor. A lightsaber was attached to his hip, even though his pants were by his knees. She wore pointy, makeshift ears. Maybe she was experiencing Pon Farr, I don’t know. What I do know is that I was repulsed yet I couldn’t look away. I stood there, mouth agape, unable to move. As luck would have it, the performance ended very quickly. Once it was over I felt dirty and I wanted to claw my eyes out. My Fair Brady produced the same feelings.

I am tired as usual but my coffee and Rockin’ Ron Cade are making me feel good. Yesterday we went Garage Sale-ing and to a Flea Market and visited Erin’s Fair at the Old Age Home where she works. At the Flea Market, I bought a little girl’s autograph book from the 40’s. John Beck thinks I should try to hunt her down and give it back to her just like Amélie. The girl’s name is listed on the front page but if she married it would be her maiden name so I am not too sure how to go about finding her.

2/12/48
Dear Dian,
I see you in the ocean
I see you in the sea
I see you in the bathtub
Oh, pardon me!
Lorna Summons

February 10, 1948
Dear Dian,
There was a little Valentine
It said, Please be mine
But I said, No
Because it’s going to snow
Patricia Cavanaugh

The book is also signed by Dorothy Dare! Apparently the little girl saw her perform in a production of Desert Song and got her autograph.

My Aunt Helen is coming for dinner tonight. My dad is making his world famous chili! I can hardly wait.

I am up! My room needs straightening but I can’t seem to motivate myself. I do have to do a load of laundry. The other day I put on a pair of my jeans and they smelled mildewy. I am hoping by rewashing them with a couple cups of vinegar it will take care of it. Now I need to finish getting ready. Mom, Lisa and I are going garage sale-ing. Then I am going to the old age home where Erin works. They are having a little Fair. Then I need to come home and ready the house and myself because the one and only Mr. John Beck is back in town.

Should be a fun day!

What a day! Work started slow and pleasantly but very quickly became a whirlwind of phone calls and meetings. My mom called and invited Lisa and me to dinner at home. She made tortellini. After dinner we went to TJMaxx and I bought practically every item on clearance! OH MY GOSH THE BARGAINS! I got the sweetest black slinky dress! And tons of other great stuff. My total? $24.00!

At the dress rack I overheard some girls talking as they were going through the dresses. “Oh my gosh!?! Look at this dress! It’s like something out of the 50’s! I can see a woman wearing that and sipping a Manhattan! As if!”
They all agreed it was horrible but I loved the idea and so I said, “Can I see that 50’s dress?”
They handed it to me and snickered, “Can you believe it?”
“I believe it alright and love it! I’ll make this dress look good!” The dress was seafoam green and looked like something Loretta Young might have worn. I put it in my cart and went to the dressing room. Sadly, it didn’t fit me quite right. Darnit.

Friday! And my day is full of meetings. Not a bad thing. Perhaps the work day will fly by. I had more crazy dreams but I can’t seem to remember them now.

Yesterday, my parents and I went to DeLorenzo’s. The pizza was so good! I ate so much. At home, my mom kept prodding me to eat the rest of my birthday cake. Strangely enough, I was able to resist.