It is Monday, December 1st. It is World AIDS Day. Is also my niece’s husband’s birthday. I used to like him but I find him to be too judgmental these days.

I don’t think I’ve seen him or his wife (my niece) or their lovely daughter in over a year. And they don’t live too far away, but we don’t have the proper transportation to get out there freely

So Mike was over for a few days, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and left on Sunday afternoon. It was okay, but it’s true that towards the end it was a bit tense. Familiarity does breed contempt, and Bill thought Mike was a little overfamiliar

But despite all that, it was a good time. I did speak to Billie in DC last week, and that was fun. He asked me if I was still writing, and I replied that I was, so if he’s reading this now,
“Hello Billie“

Bill was in a Spike Lee movie, ‘Highest to Lowest,’ earlier this year, so we watched that, and it was a decent movie that, even though it did not have enough Bill, Mike was impressed by it

Thanksgiving was pleasant. A trip to Garfield with Mike and Bill. Bill was concerned that Mike would ruin it like he ruined my birthday in September. But Mike was on his best behavior, Elaine didn’t seem to mind, and seemed to enjoy the company that we had brought with us

Not your traditional Thanksgiving Fare, stuffed shells and shepherd’s pie. Work was so dreadfully slow last week that I decided to use up what days I had and take the last two weeks of the year off. I submitted the request, but it has not been approved yet.

I presently do not remember what we had for dinner on Friday, but I do know that we had frozen pizza on Saturday, two frozen pizzas split three ways, which seemed to satisfy everyone. Last night I made the chicken penne and pesto experiments, which went okay. I made enough to bring to work today, which I left in the refrigerator this morning

It’s a quiet day at the lower fruit stand. Good looking men walking by catch my eye. During the Saturday phone call with my sister, she asked if Bill, Mike, and I were in a throuple. We are not, in fact, nothing is going on. Mike wished that he could marry me, and I told him he was promised to someone else, his beloved

It’s a nice late, autumn day. I am wearing my winter coat, which is crazy war.m I sweat a lot. I wear a t-shirt underneath it and have my work shirt in my bag. I bought an Eagle Creek bag last week, and it was delivered, and I’m not used to it. I tried to use it on Wednesday, a very slow day, and figured out that I have too much stuff to carry around on a daily basis. To be honest, I had too much to carry from office to office.

And it is quiet in the fruit stand, like I might have said before. Literally is literally a word that is used too often. A very good looking man walks by with his girlfriend, but he looks sharp

A nice coworker walked by as I was sitting outside smoking my mini cigar and said hello. I do like her a lot, but of course not in that way

I bought some shirts online, flannel shirts for Bill, extra extra large. Three shirts total, though two were just extra large, so I reordered the extra extra large for Bell and will give the other two to Mike for Christmas. I did the smart thing for once, and I am having them delivered to the office, supposedly for Thursday delivery

Bill spent a good part of yesterday afternoon cleaning up his stuff, and I saw a photograph of him and an old friend of his. I met her a few times, Theresa, and asked if he was in touch with her. He explained that he tried but could not get through, and that it reminded me that I should get in touch with Connie

And around 9:00 ish I called her, knowing that it would be 6:00-ish where she is. The call went to voicemail, so I left a pleasant message letting her know that I was thinking of her. I just hope it was her actual phone and not a stranger

And now I am back at my desk after the mini cigar, which came after a burger from Wendy’s with fries. Nothing healthy, but inexpensive nonetheless

This weekend, I am planning on going with Bill to a memorial service for a coworker. When Bill initially asked, I begged off, thought about it afterwards, and decided to attend alongside Bill.
Bill may or may not have remembered this.

So, on World AIDS Day I looked up George Jet Watley, and this came up: Jet Watley (1958-1989): An individual remembered by friends on social media, potentially a friend or relative of Jody Watley.

I do not think he was related to Jody Watley. He was a dear friend of mine and passed away in 1989, which devastated me. I think I met Jet in 1982 when I was driving from Saddle Brook, New Jersey, to midtown Manhattan twice a day.

He was the assistant mailroom manager, and while I was there sorting out now he was at his desk listening to King Crimson. I commented that it was a great record, and we became very fast friends from that point.

He looked out for me; it was the first person who said it was okay that I was gay since he was gay. And I mentioned then “boyfriend” Lee Stothers, who was indifferent to me. Lee passed away a year or so before Jet.

It was through Jet that I met Billie. Jet moved from Manhattan to Washington, DC. I assume he had done that before, hence his friends Billie and Gracie. Gracie is out of the picture due to a falling out with Billie. I have no information on Gracie. But Billie and I talk on the phone every few months to touch base.

I do think of Jet every now and then, and today, being the day that it is, World AIDS Day, he is foremost in my thoughts.

I sit at the desk listening to Scritti Politti, White Bread Black Beer. And it’s hard to believe that this record is 20 years old or thereabouts. I did see Scritti Politti in 2006. A brilliant show, a show that I never thought I would see. Green Gartside and company sounded fantastic, and I got way too drunk on the black beer.

I was working at McMahon and Tate in 2006 and attended the show with Lesley Robertson and Adam Ames, two of the few people I worked with whom I liked. I have no idea where either one of them is now. 19 years, you know?