From what I heard the fruit stand party got better and continued after I left, which is what I expected— Friday, December 12th.

Personally, I left at the right time. The bus was crowded as expected, though not by me, since I rarely take the bus these days

Marcus stayed until the end I believe and relayed the fact that I missed the electric slide and other dances which I would love to have done since I have never done it before and it would give my coworkers the opportunity to laugh at my flailing attempts to make Elaine Benes look like a top shelf dancer.

I had two flutes of champagne and three or four hors d’oeuvres as they pass by and I was satisfied with that perhaps if I’m still around at the food stand next year I will stay longer since I know what to expect and if that’s the case I would probably know a few more people though quite a few people knew me and I didn’t remember them. I am good at schmoozing though and I schmoozed quite nicely last night.

I saw a guy wearing a Joy Division check it and ask him where he got it. I don’t recall what he said but I did make a comment about Peter Seville getting paid. There’s another gent wearing something that was not branded like Joy Division but it was an amazing jacket and I saw him twice and told him twice that it was an amazing jacket.

Perhaps it was an amazing Technicolor dreamcoat. The room was a bit dark so I really couldn’t say.

So being the day after a holiday party most of the fruit flies at the fruit stands are not in or underneath the stands and baskets of fruit. I walked up there though from 16th Street up to 52nd Street enjoying a cigar as I strolled through old neighborhoods where I used to work which have changed considerably.

I stopped in what used to be the equitable building on 7th avenue but still has the gigantic painting by Roy Lichtenstein. It had nice comfortable seats for people like me that were passing by and needed to sit down for a few minutes after walking over 30 blocks. Across the street from there used to be a pizzeria where I used to have lunch every now and then with Alice from Hoboken and what used to be a band called Gutbank.

That is no more the building was torn down and another building had been erected in its place and Alice now lives down in Ocean Grove where Bill and I sometimes see her on our summer visits.

So Mike is expected to come over tonight and I have an epiphany as I tried to get to sleep last night which was not easy by the way but I don’t have to tell him everything that’s going on in my mind, since if I say something at 11:00 like 3:00 it’s usually something different and I’ll regret something that I told at 11:00

It’s best to keep my mouth shut and let things happen as they will. So now it’s about 2 and 1/2 hours before the weekend, and then after that, 5 days to get through Monday through Friday next week, before I get two weeks of,f and I intend to sleep since I like that and I’m good at it mostly

Listening to the Roches’ Christmas LP, We Three Kings. Peace on Earth.
Also, Sandinista is 45 years old today.