A ghastly Monday, just gray and cold and frozen slush and on top of all that it was a Monday. I didn’t care though. I have something to do and that something is a job. Not the best job but it’s something. The weekend was mellow enough. Hanging out with Juan is always good, and when Bill is around it’s even nicer. Not that anything special happens. Bill works on his laptop, I’m usually in front of the pc and Juan sits on his spot on the couch though I try to get Juan to check his email so I could sit on the couch. It used to work, but Juan caught on and rarely gives up the couch.

Work is a drag though. Bill was a prince and revamped my resume since I no longer have MS Word on the pc, I have open office which is so cutting edge, hardly anyone else has it. Mindy, Patron Saint of Staffing Agencies asked for my resume in bullet points and Bill was able to do all that on his laptop. He really straightened it all up and looks nice. I see so many resumes each day that though it didn’t stand out from those, it does look a lot better than it used to.

Last night Bill and I watched the end of an NCAA game, then we watched an abbreviated edition of 60 Minutes with one of the Marines who slaughtered that family in Iraq, then followed by Simon Cowell, so full of himself. Such a record executive. Thank goodness I never ran into his type when I worked in the music business. Even Clive Davis wasn’t as swollen headed as Cowell, but then again maybe Clive would be if he was on TV several nights a week, always on top of the ratings.

I watched Rome after that, Bill wound up going to sleep midway through. I called up my friend Jane who called me a few months after I called her. She’s always busy, always in the studio or on the road and she’s up in Woodstock so I hardly ever see her anymore. She called while Juan was over and I offered to call back the next day which I did, but only got her answering machine. I hope she wasn’t put off by the fact that I didn’t drop everything to chat with her like I usually do. Or Did.

I’ve also been communicating with John Bruce, another friend from the past. John and I wrote a script over a dozen years ago called ‘This is my Plus One’. I thought it went well and my feelings were confirmed when John called me up a few days later telling me that something I wrote made him cry. In a good way too. That would be great if John and I would be able to get it together and try writing something else. But he’s busy with ‘While You Were Out’ a home decorating show. He also has a design company in Brooklyn, where he lives with his boyfriend. Nice.

The day after St. Patrick’s day and I don’t have a hangover. Actually really haven’t had a post ST. Pats hangover for years. It is amateur night anyhow and it hits Hoboken twice. Once is the first weekend in March, the other is the actual feast day, March 17. I will admit to being suckered into the spirit of the holiday or at least the stereotype of being Irish. I went out and bought some Guinness which I drank with Juan last night as we watched nothing in particular. Bill was home too so the three of us started at the tube.

Before they were here I did some laundry, ran some errands and got a haircut that I think makes me look like Jean Seberg as Joan of Arc in Saint Joan. I’m sure you would disagree with me, but it’s my head and my hair and my impression. I’ve got a lot at stake. I finally got around to watching For Your Consideration. I actually enjoyed it somewhat though I did think it was sad. I find that I don’t really like Christopher Guest movies. Didn’t like Best in Show much, didn’t care to see Waiting for Guffman and A Mighty Wind was a flat ok.

Maybe it’s a prejudice against a member of the British House of Lords. Just find that there is a subtle cruelty to his humor. Does he insist that certain actors camp it up and mince and lisp in every movie he makes? And I’d rather mock and belittle the powerful than to attack people who are attacked and downtrodden frequently. Like I said it was worth watching though ultimately sad, but Catherine O’Hara was great. I’ve always liked her since SCTV days in the 1970’s. Lola Heatherton and also the Brooke Shields Show with Catherine as Brooke, Rick Moranis as Brook’s mom Terry Shields and the late John Candy playing Tip O’Neill. Classic.

It was just too downbeat to watch again and I’d rather watch something else. We watched most of a repeat of SNL, then we watched an episode of I, Claudius before I remember the rebroadcast of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame thing from the other night. We caught Patti Smith’s acceptance speech and Juan asked me why she looked like a homeless person. I wouldn’t say homeless myself, she’s a natural chick. No make up or anything like that. Clean shirt, black jeans and a suit jacket is Patti’s uniform for a number of years now, I just guess Juan had never really seen Patti Smith in action before.

Bill went to bed before Patti sang Rock and Roll Nigger which is more about her being outside of society in her art than about it being anything racial. Still a great song. She also sang Because the Night which was her big hit co-written with Bruce. After Patti came Van Halen, or at least two of them who could make it and they were ho hum. Finally REM closed the show. They’ve certainly came a long way from McSwells to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Keith Richards came out with everyone as they all sang Patti’s People Have the Power. The we watched the latest SNL for a while before I once again kicked Juan out of the apartment. I miss him already. He went back to school today now that his break had ended.