It’s a cold January Friday. Not the worst but being on the top floor here in Hoboken it’s a bit colder up in here. The day started with Bill, being the wonderful and silly Billy. There were a few hiccups as there are wont to be. When Mike was here last weekend he asked if I had a white button-down shirt and I knew I did but most of them were colored or were prints.

As I pulled them out I noticed that some of them were dingy. I have a few French cuff shirts and they looked yellowy. A while back during a rainstorm we had a leak and while I thought I had rescued clothing, it was now apparent that I hadn’t got them all. I gathered the white shirts and washed them with bleach and it seemed to do the job.

They were still wrinkled so I was going to bring them to the dry cleaners. That would also spare me the sight of bringing dingy, yellow shirts, instead bringing freshly washed and air-dried white shirts. Bill did that instead for me earning my gratitude. There was a shirt that was returned, a French cuff that was frayed.

Still wearable, I asked Bill to tell Mona the proprietress of the dry cleaners that the shirt just needed ironing and pointed out the cuff in case Mona did not want to take an item in that condition and then accuse her of ruining my shirt which I would never do.

Bill interpreted that as asking Mona to mend the cuff which she explained that she could not do. I grumbled upon the return of the shirt, totally disregarding the fact that Bill had paid for 11 shirts to be cleaned and pressed and labeling myself a twat at that moment.

As Bill was preparing to head out, he stood before me, backpack on, dapper hat, lovely scarf, and leather coat and the sun hit him in such a way that I needed to take a photo. I reached for my camera/phone when Bill said he didn’t have enough time for this, he had to catch a bus!

So that moment passed by because 5 seconds to take a snapshot was just cutting it too close. Then as he passed I took another photo, which was quite lackluster compared to the original concept.

About an hour after that, I was off to the 87 bus to Jersey City to visit Mike. He needed some help with casting his phone to his TV and also wanted to take some photos for which he is very admired by his social network followers.

That was fun. He’s a handsome cigar smoker with a sexy vibe and macho swagger. That works for me on many levels. I did visit Mike a couple of weeks ago and it was enjoyable then as it was this afternoon. He’s a great guy and a lot of fun to be with. And he really digs the relationship that Bill and I have.

Thursday night. I meant to write last night but I wound up talking on the phone with Mike for over 90 minutes. Bill was doing a Zoom call with the playwright of the piece, Christopher Laro. Christopher & Bill are doing a reading in March at 503 Social Club, run by Mr Wonderful, Jim Mastro. The Zoom call was 2 rooms away and still a bit loud as it is quite a heated play. I can’t even begin to describe it since I really have no idea what it’s about.

I was in my usual spot and gave Mike a call. Mike is quiet when walking around, he calls himself a sponge just taking it all in. Most of the friends I have, talk constantly and that’s what I’m used to. Mike unloads after the strolling and relays what it is that he saw and heard. Last night’s talk was deep and wide-ranging. His past, his childhood, his Christian beliefs. Of course, I responded to these things, explaining the Bible and how it came to be. At least how I considered it to come to be.

Explaining King James and how I feel about Saul/Paul. That led me onto The Last Temptation of Christ which he did not know anything about, much less the furor that occurred when it was released. I basically gave away the plot, the spoiler being he dies at the end. The call ended when Bill was done with his Zoom call and I saw him on the floor looking for an errant earbud. Mike has an insight and view on things heretofore unknown to me.

I will be headed to Mike’s crib tomorrow to help him out with some wireless things in his apartment, setting up casting from his phone to his TV. It’s been a good time the previous two times I was at Mike’s crib and I expect that tomorrow will be no different. Plus it’s always good to see Mike in the flesh.

He really loves hanging out with me and Bill, and got all teary when while on a speaker call with Mike last weekend Bill called Mike ‘Our Son’. He loves listening to Bill talk and Bill loves to talk. It also gives my ears a break hahaha. I was also able to help Mike last time with some photos and videos for his social network connections.

He has quite a number of admirers. I called them fans, and Mike being relatively humble said that he doesn’t have fans, he has admirers. I’ve seen the comments that these admirers leave regarding Mike’s posts and they’re generally racy to put it nicely. Not for discussion at the family supper table.

It’s a lovefest between Bill & Me & Mike. Right now Bill and I are watching a reboot of Hollywood Squares. Since most of the original celebrities are dead, new ones are needed. There was another version of Hollywood Squares a few years ago but that seems to have been forgotten. Except by me.