So, it’s Friday before a three-day weekend, and I have nothing to say.
Because of my weekly therapy appointment, I was unable to see him read from his book at Barnes & Noble last night. By the time I got there, it was over, so I found Matt and wound up chatting with the bloggers who had hung around afterwards. Then Matt and I went to Chat ‘n’ Chew, where I had Thanksgiving on a Roll for dinner. Thanksgiving on a Roll is a sandwich that contains roast turkey, cranberry sauce, gravy, and stuffing, and it’s sooooo good but sooooo big. So Matt finished it for me, in addition to his own dinner. Isn’t that what boyfriends are for? Finishing your sentences and your meals? (He doesn’t really finish my sentences, but the compound-object thing worked nicely there, didn’t it?)
We don’t have big plans for the weekend – we’re hanging out with some friends tonight, and maybe we’ll see the final “Star Wars” at some point, and maybe we’ll see some hot sailors as well. All I know for sure is that I’m sleeping in on Monday morning. I look forward to it.
Zzzzzzzzzz…
It was Genet who said that Navy Whites were “the most erotic garment ever devised.” Do tell, Michelle!
The climax (in every sense of the term) of my memoir-in-progress, Raised by Hand Puppets concerns a late-afternoon-stretching-into-evening I spent with a sailor in the Rambles some 38-odd years ago. He was the most sublime exhibitionist I’ve ever known.
Ah Fleet Week!
Movies designed for the occasion: On the Town, Querelle, Lola, and Decision Before Dawn with Bill Williams resplendent in his Navy Whites.
What’s “Fleet Week” without Paul Cadmus?
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