Chillin' w/ Samba

Aug 07, 2006 10:02

Mon 8.7.06

The hump done for a coupla days. Dez to arrive. Consensus on his health. Watch him carefully. Reported to Kenny I never feel I have enough and there's more out ready to make crushing demands on limited, declining resources.

Dropped by Betty Ford newcomers gathering at Methodist Church. Totally cool decompression from end of a hectic week of juggling tourists. Trying to realign with Starship. More consistent. Better clientele. Hotel guests that seem more affluent and generous. Details of parking, beverages, scheduling more akin to my sensibilities plus I know the crew as an alumni. It's a real business. Not a gypsy camp which in fact I do like per light supervisoral structure. It's fun and tough out there. God knows the cash is summer's delight short term as we are in the season.

Cape fridge deal underway in some regards. Need to finalize. Then move into shower stall.

Smog check liaison goes on to next week with Steve's bro. Big deal. Registration in order. Lucky I'm still under radar on that one.

Adrianna stopped by after the gym. Yea she's hot. But not to trot. Yet. Her stay is postponed a week. Yet now it's me that's getting cold feet. We barely can communicate. Her English, poor dear, is crude at best enough to convey basics, and I certainly don't feel- if there some chemistry at a physical level- its worth the unintended consequences if we get it on. Truely it is too time-consuming with so much on my plate. I need my serenity not a sexual escape. Ya know.

Need to sort out how to do a four pm meeting schedule.
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